| You came out of the dark and on your head a face burned
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| I let you in my room but I realised what you are when my back’s turned
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| I lock the door, please don’t come through
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| I try to think of something else but all I get is you
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| You’re my idea, you’re my idea
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| You’re hanging in the wardrobe disguised as a piece of modern art
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| I feel my hands towards the rush but it seems that the rushes start
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| Off go the light, on come your eyes
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| You’re dancing like a puppet, and tattered in disguis
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| You’re my idea, you’re my ida
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| You’re hiding in the mirror and you think that I can’t see
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| Sometimes I think I look like you but it’s only that you look like me
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| Inside the building, outside the hall
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| I try to follow but you’re walking through the wall
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| You’re my idea, you’re my idea
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| You’re my idea, you’re my idea
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| You came out of the dark and on your head a face burned
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| I let you in my room but I realised what you are when my back’s turned
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| I lock the door, please don’t come through
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| I try to think of something else but all I get is you
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| You’re my idea, you’re my idea
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| I lock the door, please don’t come through
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| I try to think of something else but all I get is you
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| You’re my idea, you’re my idea
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| You’re my idea, you’re my idea
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| You’re my idea, you’re my idea
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| You’re my idea… |