| I know you of old
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| You’re the eye at the door of my dreaming
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| And every failure, each tumble in time
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| You’ve observed me unblinking
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| Every night you’re there
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| Just like the one before
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| One before, one before
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| Why don’t you come on in
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| And make yourself at home?
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| My door is open wide
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| And if you sit me down
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| And run it back again
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| The story of my life
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| Then I might just see where I went wrong
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| Black box recorder
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| You’ve got it all locked in your memory
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| Every misguided side-swipe
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| When I was just trying to be friendly
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| Press yourself against the crack
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| It’s always been ajar
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| Why don’t you come on in
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| And fix yourself a drink?
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| I’ve nothing left to hide
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| And if you sit me down
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| And tell me what you think
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| The story of my life
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| Then I might see where I crashed and burned
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| How could I get it so wrong?
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| How could I?
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| Yeah, for so long
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| How could I?
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| Never knowing what was true
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| This time, I’m gonna listen to you
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You’re with me again
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| Oh, that calm-centred eye of my maelstrom
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| You’re a ribbon of stitch-sky
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| To lift me through turbulent rainstorms
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| You’ve seen my all
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| And still you choose to tag along
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| Tag along, tag along
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| Why don’t you come on in
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| And make yourself at home?
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| I’ve nothing left to hide
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| And if you sit me down
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| And run it back again
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| The story of my life
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| Then I might just see where I went wrong |