| Now that the spark has gone there’s no questioning
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| If there was anything even there at all
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| Nothing at all, nothing at all
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| The only one you can talk to looks at you appalled
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| But how can anyone pretend to care at all?
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| Care at all, care at all
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| Relics and artefacts and coin, enough to break your back
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| A golden hand is cold to hold you know
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| Searching, always searching for something to make you glad you’re still alive
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| Yeah do you feel alive?
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| Can’t feel your face, you’ve been drinking
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| Left your compass at the sea of hops and barley
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| Oh eagle eyes, you see a quick fix across the room
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| She bats her eyes and gestures to you
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| Now you’ve gone and done it again
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| Now what you gonna do?
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| And when the morning comes
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| You crawl back to the only one
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| Who ever gave you strength to carry on
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| Searching, always searching for something to make you glad you’re still alive
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| You know you’re always
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| Searching, always searching for something to make you glad you’re still alive
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| Yeah do you feel alive?
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| Do you feel alive?
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| Searching, searching
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| Searching, you’re searching |