| Reading in the phone booth
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| Sucking on a ginger root
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| I never got to talk to you
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| Why is this the image I come back to?
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| Pick my jewelry from the ash
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| Find the box with the cold hard cash in it
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| Give it to the next of kin
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| I used to be too deep inside my head
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| Now I’m too far out of my skin, too far out of my skin
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| I am at peace with my death
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| I can go back to bed
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| I am at peace with my death
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| I can go back to bed
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| I’ll make a desert of my mind
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| Unfold myself so flat and wide
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| Have nothing in my line of sight
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| No cover for my thoughts to hide
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| Never went to Monaco
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| But I held your hand in the pocket of my coat
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| I learned to be in love and learned to be alone
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| Satisfied body and a hungry soul
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| I used to be too deep inside my head
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| Now I’m too far out of my skin, too far out of my skin
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| I am at peace with my death
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| I can go back to bed
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| I am at peace with my death
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| I can go back to bed
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| I don’t wanna be that man on the train
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| On a gray commute, imagining fame
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| Sweet relief, I will never be complete
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| I will never be complete
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| I’ll never know everything
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| I will never be complete
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| I will never be complete
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| I will never be complete
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| I’ll never know everything
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| I used to be too deep inside my head
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| Now I’m too far out of my skin, too far out of my skin |