| Crystal ball divine
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| See your handwriting on my wall
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| Say goodbye a second time
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| Violence, violence, violence
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| And I’ll be different, I promise
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| Comfort in the in-between
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| And I’ll be different, just static
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| Behind the crystal screen
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| It’s never cold
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| I’ve only seen it hail about three times
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| I wore a jacket for you
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| Couldn’t have you putting yours on mine
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| Stepped in a puddle
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| My socks got wet and I ran
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| On the pavement
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| Stuck on the lawn
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| Won’t be too long (Won't be too long, long, long)
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| Moving picture of it
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| In my head
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| Take a still even though I’ll probably forget
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| Telegraphs and omens from the phone booth
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| Bought a shirt so it could turn my eyes blue
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| Under the carpet, under the table
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| Checking my numbers, keeping it stable
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| Afraid that I’m nervous
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| But I know I wouldn’t ask you even if I knew you’d heard it
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| Crystal ball divine
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| See your handwriting on my wall
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| Say goodbye a second time
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| Violence, violence, violence
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| And I’ll be different, I promise
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| Comfort in the in-between
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| And I’ll be different, just static |
| Behind the crystal screen |