| Photographic images
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| Your faded smile
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| The air
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| What’s to it?
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| I try to shake it off all evening
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| I try to pass just out of reach
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| To reach conclusions that can’t be concluded
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| A hotline to the past, that’s all it is
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| I was anxious
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| I was sure you’d come to see the show
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| And what’s more
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| I was hoping you would appreciate it
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| It’s electrified at first, yes
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| But then it drops
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| It’s a box of many flavours
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| But we are not enough, is that not so?
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| Not sure, just won’t have it
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| Get your mind off what you leave behind
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| You know you may as well be going blind lately
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| It’s hard to say, you know
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| Well, you’ve been led astray
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| This simply will not do
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| And it’s true it hurts me too
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| Well I guess it’s not so long ago
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| I turned to speak and there was no-one
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| Nothing, just a street car rolling by
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| Now, nothing in here really moves
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| I just produce a bunch of silly lies
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| And all those brightly colored lights
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| Ah but I have loved you in my way
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| I have loved you
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| Too much too fast
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| And then a little
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| A little too late
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| You’ve been led astray
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| For what reason I can’t say
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| I won’t stand in your way again
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| It’s been another …
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| As such is that … and I reach through your window
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| Wake you in the morning
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| I was waiting
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| I was sure you’d get whatever you were waiting for
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| But I can’t stand it anymore |