| In your hands there’s a photograph
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| You look up, she begins to laugh
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| So cold as she walks away
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| And you know that it’s time to pay
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| You’re caught in a web you spun yourself
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| Face to face with your failure this very day
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| You call out her name you can’t help yourself
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| But you need love like you need a — kick in the head
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| You worked hard for the things you own
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| Fancy cars and a country home
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| Gave it all for a glittering prize
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| To be a face people recognise
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| On the walls of your home there are works of art
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| But you stare at the picture — on the floor
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| The face of a man with an aching heart
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| It’s no fun to be famous anymore
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| (you said)
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| This is a sad day
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| And I would gladly give it all away
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| In exchange
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| For a floating life
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| Shed your tears for a shallow dream
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| Let your cry be a primal scream
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| A song through the mists of time
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| A serenade to your concubine
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| You were wrong to believe she could set you free
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| You’re trapped by the trappings — of success
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| And you know the she’ll never let you be
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| 'til the world knows the secrets — you confessed
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| (you said)
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| I see her cruel face
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| My heart is nothing but an empty space
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| And on this sad day
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| I would gladly give it all away
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| In exchange
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| For a floating life
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| Neither asleep nor awake
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| Losing control you start to shake
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| As the day begins to break
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| They’re gonna shoot you down in flames
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| When that girl starts naming names
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| There’s nowhere to hide from your shame |