| Do the walls have ears and eyes
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| An opinion on my life
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| Have the neighbors seen the lies
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| Mirrors reflect and multiply
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| I feel a hollowing inside
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| I stretch to fill it up with time
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| Do the walls have ears and eyes
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| An opinion on my life
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| We are nothing if not going through the motions
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| We are nothing if not going through the motions
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| I am moving through the streets
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| Apparition seeking heat
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| You pass through me, viscous arms
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| Mild haunting of their charms
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| Very slowly sinking ships
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| Very gently it begins
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| Graffiti high above tells me, «All Is Love»
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| We are nothing if not going through the motions
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| We are nothing if not going through the motions
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| Everything I overhear
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| Hinting at the smoke and mirrors
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| We are talking secret code I hold my breath, I most be bold |