| I saw that man again today not looking quite the same
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| With long dark shadows and coarse black eyes and hands washed clean in the rain
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| I saw him lose it once before, she’s twisted to the floor
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| And the darkness of his bloody hands I’ve felt not like before
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| So I lie in the road and I know not where I’ve come from
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| Yes, I lie in the dark and I know not where I’ve come from
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| But oh by the way I’m not thinking of myself
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| It’s just something, something, something, something
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| Turning into turning out, she’s cutting loss despair
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| Forget the gift of precious skin, the only one we’ll wear
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| So I lie in the road and I know not where I’ve come from
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| Yes, I lie in the dark and I know not where I’ve come from
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| But oh by the way I’m not thinking of myself
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| It’s just something, something, something, something
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| Nothing left at all
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| Nothing left at all
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| Nothing left at all
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| Nothing
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| Close in air around my head and leave me just the same
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| I think I’ve caught this thing I’ve seen I think I’ve taken the blame
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| I turn around, I grab the earth, I’m asking for the way
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| But nothing seems to break the spell and bring back light of day
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| So I lie in the road and I know not where I’ve come from
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| Yes, I lie in the dark and I know not where I’ve come from
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| But oh by the way I’m not thinking of myself
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| It’s just something, something, something, something
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| Something girl, something girl, something girl, something girl
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| Something girl, something girl, something girl, something girl |