| The World is held in a spider’s web of roads, it’s easy to go wrong
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| There are so many crossroads you might just stumble upon
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| There are voices in my head, there are strangers just waiting there
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| I lied when I swore that I never knew who I’d been talking to — he said
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| How do you want it? |
| How do you do? |
| How do you want it to come to you?
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| And so down the stairway, down the hall, past familiar blood stains on the wall
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| I double-crossed myself and find I’m at the open door
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| And what a welcome I received, arms around each other
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| It was hard to tell which one of us was the more pleased
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| How do you want it? |
| How do you do? |
| How do you want it to come to you?
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| Because if you look for me, you will find me, you will find me
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| And if you look for me, so you will find me, you will find me
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| Some do anything not to be lonely, some do anything just to stay in the game
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| Some build a wall around themselves and pretend that everything’s the same
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall — tell me that I’m loveable
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| Tell me that I’m here at all…
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| How do you want it? |
| How do you do? |
| How do you want it to come to you?
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| Because if you look for me, you will find me, you will find me
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| And if you look for me, so you will find me, you will find me
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| They took me down to the Tree of Knowledge and said that I must resist
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| And all I could think was — what kind of stupid joke is this?
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| Not to want to know and feel everything that exists
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| Behind the curtain drawn by self-appointed control freaks and their apologists
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| And then there’s all that crazy superstitious stuff
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| Like remembering to take salt for throwing over, right hand, left shoulder
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| While all I could hear was the best tunes playing through the glass
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| It’s strange what you can understand but still never really grasp
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| And all you have to do is learn to turn the other way
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| As people around you suffer, well, it’s easy, people suffer every day
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| And then you find you’re in a trap of your own making, it holds you in its
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| clutch
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| Because once you’ve touched the poison, you poison everything you touch
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| If you look for me, you will find me, you will find me
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| And if you look for me, so you will find me, you will find me |