| When you’re one of us
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| You can stay here for the rest of your life
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| I’ll open windows when you want to look out
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| At the transit of Venus ‘cross the sun
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| As you’re gathering dust
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| Ancient dragons and the cicadas come
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| The edges jagged as you’re coming undone
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| On the white soft feathers of your bed
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| Well you know how hard I try
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| But I won’t get nowhere analysing your life
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| And it’s people that you lose
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| When you become a recluse
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| Turn away from us
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| Days are darker when the winter comes
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| Can’t remove yourself from what you have done
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| On the rack where your reputation lies
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| Do you want to exist
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| Between the lightning and the mental bliss
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| Or needing nothing and with no one to miss
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| Like a stray dog pissing on a statue
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| Solitude is hard to find
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| And they’re all too busy organising your life
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| But it’s people that you lose
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| When you become a recluse
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| Well don’t be so nervous now
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| All I want is to be dancing round in your light
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| With the colours that you choose
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| When you become a recluse
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| Ohh
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| I make any excuse to stay home
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| But I can’t do that and I must come back
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| People that stay at home
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| Watching a game of thrones
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| And wondering what comes next
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| Well you can’t do that and you must come back
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| Pictures of geese fly they around us and this leads to that
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| Take us everywhere and bring us back
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| Well I dreamt that Jesus had a gun
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| Sure it’s getting cold outside
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| And they’re all to busy organising your life
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| But it’s people that lose when you become a recluse
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| I think Howard Hughes would love to be on the internet
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| I think Sly Stone should hold his own on the internet
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| Bobby Fischer lost and won then took a permanent holiday
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| He’ll be back to host a variety show on television someday
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| JD Salinger lived long ago and far away
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| Greta Garbo parked her car and walked home from a
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| Glamorous party
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| I just want to be alone |