| You’ve kept it in the dark
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| The secrets of the heart
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| But finally they will have you all figured out
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| What makes you laugh and cry
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| They have it in their files
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| So they can add it up to your unique SP
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| After all is said and done
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| You’d much rather be left alone
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| But someone’s got your number
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| Someone’s got your e-mail
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| Someone puts a name on your door
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| Someone knows the things you’ve been longing for
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| All those digits aren’t illegit'
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| They got it all mapped out for you
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| Someone puts a price on your head
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| Someone’s making sure that you’ve been well fed
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| And that status in hiatus won’t stay like that for long
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| Not very long
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| This social psychopath
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| All decked out in the bath
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| A shower head might well be a fly on the wall
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| And I’m afraid to talk to you
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| I’m hoping that a text will do
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| Until I have to meet you again eye to eye
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| Could call it Orwellian
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| He’s begging to be read again
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| Collecting all the data
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| They catch up with you later
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| Someone puts a name on your door
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| Someone knows the things you’ve been longing for
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| All those digits aren’t illegit'
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| They got it all mapped out for you
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| Someone puts a price on your head
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| Someone’s making sure that you’ve been well fed
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| And that status in hiatus won’t stay like that for long
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| Not very long
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| Someone puts a name on your door
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| Someone knows the things you’ve been longing for
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| All those digits aren’t illegit'
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| They got it all mapped out for you
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| Someone puts a price on your head
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| Someone’s making sure that you’ve been well fed
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| And that status in hiatus won’t stay like that for long
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| Not very long, not very long |