| Should have left you standing right where you stood
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| Should have let you go, should have had the sense to know
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| Like a train you’d come, and I’d lose my place
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| Now I’m on this trip, I took a fall from grace
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| From the look of love, from the eyes of pride
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| Nowhere to go, no place to run
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| From the look of love, now I’ve come undone
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| I’ve had a map laid out from the day I was born
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| But the roads are blocked, and the paper is worn
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| And all the books I’ve read, and the things I know
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| Never taught me to laugh, never taught to let go
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| From the look of love, from the eyes of pride
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| Nowhere to go, no place to run
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| From the look of love, now I’ve come undone
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| My conscience is clear I know right from wrong
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| That’s a lie I know nothing except that you’re gone
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| But there’s more to learn from the look in your eyes
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| That trip round this world, the stars in the sky
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| Now all the books I’ve read, and the things I know
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| Never taught me to live, never taught me to let go
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| From the look of love, Lord knows I’ve tried
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| Nowhere to go, no place to run
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| From the look of love, now I’ve come undone
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| (Nowhere to hide)
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| (No place to run)
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| (Nowhere to hide)
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| (No place to run) |