| Sleeping in the rain,
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| naked in the cage of an easy smile.
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| How does a stitched up man
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| come to understand if he’s worth his while?
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| You’re losing feeling,
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| you’re losing touch,
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| so, it never seems to be enough.
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| Still, you make it look so easy.
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| Dressed in a rainbow shell,
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| trying to run the miracle mile,
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| but a lonely heart eventually runs out of style.
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| You get caught out with your lonely eyes,
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| and lose that perfect disguise.
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| How come nobody ever gives you what you truly desire?
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| Hold yourself up to the light,
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| stop driving it away.
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| Curled up to a cigarette,
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| the drag is getting harder and faster.
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| Moving from door to door,
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| trying to forget all the answers.
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| But every fence that you avoid
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| keeps you from finding your way home
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| as the lights go down on forever.
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| You get caught out with your lonely eyes,
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| and lose that perfect disguise.
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| How come nobody ever gives you what you truly desire?
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| Hold yourself up to the light,
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| stop driving it away.
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| Sleeping in the rain.
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| Why are you sleeping in the rain? |