| Turn, he said
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| Remove that veil
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| Your fading in the head
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| And take off your slip
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| And slip into my heaviness of skin
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| And I’ll be your disguise
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| Yeah I’ll be your disguise
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| Believe, now in what you see
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| 'Cos seeing me is all you’ll ever be And shhh, baby don’t you think
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| I’ll close your eyes so you need not to blink
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| And I’ll numb your demise
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| Yeah I’ll numb your demise
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| 'Cos baby who will come more than a mile
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| To put a rose on withered cheeks
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| That hide no smile
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| And if the pain don’t satisfy
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| You know you can hide in me Until you get it right
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| So drop the mirror
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| Look at me with polished eyes
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| An unnecessary feature 'cos I am fine
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| But this talent that you’ll learn
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| Will soon be your deflection of the hurt
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| And I’ll numb your demise
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| Yeah I’ll numb your demise
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| 'Cos baby who will come more than a mile
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| To put a rose on withered cheeks
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| That hide no smile
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| And if the pain don’t satisfy
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| You know you can hide in me Until you get it right
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| So drop the mirror
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| Look at me
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| 'Cos baby who will come more than a mile
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| To put a rose on withered cheeks
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| That hide no smile
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| And if the pain don’t satisfy
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| You know you can hide in me Until you get it right |