| The newcomer arrives
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| Possession and guilt in his face
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| Apologises to the Customs man
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| For the gaping hole in his suitcase
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| Says 'I've seen where promises are made
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| I’ve seen how people are undone
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| It’s always done
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| Man to man
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| One to one
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| I’m ditching an empty suitcase
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| I’ve been in Storytown
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| I’ve been swimming in poisons
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| Been slowing up and down
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| I’ve known the eeriest wounds
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| The soul’s long quarantine
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| When no rewards remain
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| No one and nothing comes clean
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| I’ve been blown about for years
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| On my way to you
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| I’ve been blown about for years
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| On my way to you
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| And I still turn to love
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| I want to burn again
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| And I still turn to love
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| In a room
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| Where arrangements are made for success
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| You try to say that you possess me
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| By your caress
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| I met your lover yesterday
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| Wearing some things I left at your place
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| Singing a song that means a lot to me
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| I’ve known a certain grace
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| I’ve been blown about for years
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| On my way to you.
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| And I still turn to love
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| I’m still turning
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| I want to burn again |