| You can not tame no animal
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| You can only try to communicate
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| So let us try not to fall
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| Down the path of dialectical games
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| There is no face for you to see
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| There’s only space for you and me There is no voice for you to hear
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| Only the soundtrack of your fear
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| In the morning I will rince my dreams
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| Of what is still clinging to the night
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| I will watch you dress in front of me While the sun is singing all its lies
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| There is no face for you to see
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| There’s only space for you and me There is no voice for you to hear
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| Only the soundtrack of your fear
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| Look what I’ve found under your bed:
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| A spider hanging from its thread
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| It told me that you drew its web
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| And that you sell the eggs it laid
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| I can not seem to control my hands
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| They just walk on a path of their own
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| They will use you when you’re on the phone
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| You will try then you will understand
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| There is no face for you to see
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| There’s only space for you and me There is no voice for you to hear
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| Only the soundtrack of your fear |