| Slippin' on down into my easy chair
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| All the channel changes in the world out there
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| Rag and bone man is shoutin' the news
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| And you know i’ll believe it
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| If you say that it’s true
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| Still sittin' here watchin' as it all goes by
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| A thousand angles of our darkest side
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| A typical day, mind closed up in a box
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| Don’t the world go ‘round
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| Pre chorus
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| But the lines are all a mess
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| Horizontal ripples in a vertical stream
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| Any resemblance, living or dead
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| Is accidental, nothings as it seems
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| I’d be lyin', if i didn’t ask why
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| I’d be lyin', if i let it go by
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| I could say it makes no difference how i try
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| But i, i’d be lyin'
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| There’s no end to the means, a means to an end
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| When all you have is yourself as a friend
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| An angel’s there, swept beneath your heart
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| The world before you
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| You can’t look in it’s face
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| Moiré lights turn day for night
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| The blue dog singin' in the same blue rain
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| There’s a lot in life i let slip away
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| It was compromise through idle eyes
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| Stretch your mind, not your hand
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| Makin' a list as you walk back the cat
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| I’d be dealin' in the wind |