| One day you’ll see her and you’ll know what I mean
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| Take her or leave her, she will still be the same
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| She’ll not try to buy you with her time
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| Nothing’s the same as you will see when she’s gone
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| It’s foreign on this side
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| And I’ll not leave my home again
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| There’s no place to hide
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| And I’m nothin' but scared
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| You dream of colors that have never been made
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| You imagine songs that have never been played
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| They will try to buy you and your mind
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| For only the curious have something to find
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| It’s foreign on this side
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| And the truth is a bitter friend
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| Reasons, few have I
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| To go back again
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| Your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day
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| Entrance is crucial and it’s not without pain
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| There’s no path to follow once you’re here
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| Climb up the slide and then you’ll slide down the stairs
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| It’s foreign on this side
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| But it feels like I’m home again
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| There’s no place to hide
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| But I don’t think I’m scared
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| (There's no place to hide)
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| (There's no place to hide)
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| But I don’t think I’m scared
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| (There's no place to hide)
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| But I don’t think I’m scared |