| You think that you know me
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| Through vacant lies
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| Assume that I’m only
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| A state of mind
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| My life is like a metaphor
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| For everything that’s gone before
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| You tell me it’s a failing
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| But I feel fine
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| So quote to me from books you read
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| On what to think and how to need
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| Use the same adjectives for the fortieth time
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| Whispers in my ears oh
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| Whispers in my ears oh
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| Diluting my tears oh
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| The death of all conversation
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| Inane but discretely
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| These words will defeat me
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| Whispers in my ears oh
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| The death of all conversation
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| Floats away
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| But I’ll be brave
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| Believe in all fortune
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| Favors the grave
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| My life’s becoming more defined
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| And at the age of 29
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| You tell me it’s elusive
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| But I feel loved
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| I see the kicks beneath her skin
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| Elucidates my own being
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| And well worn is the promise that I keep inside
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| Whispers in my ears oh
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| Whispers in my ears oh
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| Diluting my tears oh
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| The death of all conversation
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| No words could complete this
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| No words to compete with this
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| Whispers in my ears oh
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| The death of all conversation
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| And if it’s thick with scent
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| Then it’s the way it is
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| 'Cause what I’ve got at home
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| Is what I need at home
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| This is my dilemma
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| I hope it makes you tremor
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| 'Cause what I’ve got at home
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| Is what I need at home
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| So when it all turns black
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| From everything you lack
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| Is what you’ve got at home
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| What you got at home
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| So as I’m moving forward
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| I only think of these words
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| Is what I’ve got at home
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| What I need at home |