| But I just want to see
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| The flashing lights play
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| Their game of charades
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| Before the mirror it breaks
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| The rubbish left by the parade
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| And I feel my life tinkling away
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| And feel it even as I say
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| That my heart is full
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| But there’s always its double
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| And you fly through and hit the sky
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| And fill your pockets, make them yours
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| And I’ll write it down
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| And please sing it when I’m gone
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| 'Cause there’s shade when there is light
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| Sometimes there’s no more energy to fight
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| And sometimes there’s no way to make it right
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| And leave you mine
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| And that’s alright
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| The heart and its double
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| One in joy and one in pain
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| And I just don’t know which one is my friend
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| Suppose it doesn’t matter in the end
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| So long as lights play their games
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| And my tongue tastes the rain
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| And this poem’s the same
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| And this music is playing
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| And you have pockets of stars
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| And I can still hide in bars
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| And this twin of my heart
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| Still laughs when I laugh |