| The host of the show comes down
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| To collapse on the ground
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| And the crime scene revisits me
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| This body shut down in Bordeaux
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| And on the shores of Gold Coast
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| On the balcony I search for sleep
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| The future has fallen short
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| When the sun sets north
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| And the clouds fall from the mirrored walls
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| Words speak and choose
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| Make sense and lose
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| Capsize the tallest tale, but always fail
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| Words speak and choose, make sense and lose
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| Forfeit the tallest tale, I always will
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| The host had his mouth sewn shut
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| All in the name of trust
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| When the blood goes thin, he’s given in
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| You can spare us the formal toast
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| The drunken anecdotes
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| From this day on… goes on and on…
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| You know when he falls apart
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| He listens in the dark, to the records turn
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| I’ll never learn
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| To set it down
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| You’ll set it down
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| You’ll set it down
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| To set it down
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| You’ll set it down
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| You’ll set it down
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| Words speak and choose
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| Make sense and lose
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| Capsize the tallest tale, but always fail
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| Words speak and choose, make sense and lose
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| Forfeit the tallest tale, I always will
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| To set it down
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| You’ll set it down
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| You’ll set it down
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| To set it down
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| You’ll set it down
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| You’ll set it down |