| I thought I saw a man brought to life
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| He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
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| He showed me what it was to cry
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| Well, you couldn’t be that man I adored
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| You don’t seem to know, or seem to care what your heart is for
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| I don’t know him anymore
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| There’s nothing where he used to lie
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| My conversation has run dry
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| That’s what’s going on
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| Nothing’s fine, I’m torn
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| I’m all out of faith
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| This is how I feel
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| I’m cold and I am shamed
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| Lying naked on the floor
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| Illusion never changed
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| Into something real
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| I’m wide awake and I can see
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| The perfect sky is torn
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| You’re a little late
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| I’m already torn
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| So I guess the fortune teller’s right
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| Should’ve seen just what was there
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| And not some holy light
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| But you crawled beneath my veins, and now
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| I don’t care, I have no luck
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| I don’t miss it all that much
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| There’s just so many things
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| That I can touch, I’m torn
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| I’m all out of faith
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| This is how I feel
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| I’m cold and I am shamed
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| Lying naked on the floor
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| Illusion never changed
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| Into something real
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| I’m wide awake and I can see
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| The perfect sky is torn
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| You’re a little late, I’m already torn
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| (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
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| There’s nothing where he used to lie
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| My inspiration has run dry
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| That’s what’s going on
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| Nothing’s right, I’m torn
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| I’m all out of faith
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| This is how I feel
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| I’m cold and I am shamed
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| Lying naked on the floor
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| Illusion never changed
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| Into something real
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| I’m wide awake and I can see
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| The perfect sky is torn
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| You’re a little late, I’m already torn |