| All day, I listen out for Jenny’s old coupé
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| Midnight blue, it’s faded, but she’s always been true
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| Holiday, haven’t seen you since, you had to get away
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| Window pane, electricity illuminates the rain
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| Lean your face, hopeless, no embrace
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| I wanna know
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| I wanna know where the silence comes from
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| Where space originates
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| Lay back, sink in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| I’m right, this is sin
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| You’re not talking straight
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| Come around, give in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| Lay back, sink in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| On closer inspection, it’s just a reflection
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| And I still move with feeling inside
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| And it’s the tyranny of questioning
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| Ring the diving bell
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| I’m further down, I’m nearly out
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| I’m deeper down the well
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| I’m hopeless, no embrace
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| I wanna know
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| I wanna know where the silence comes from
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| Where space originates
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| Lay back, sink in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| I’m right, this is sin
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| You’re not talking straight
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| Come around, give in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| Lay back, sink in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| Lay back, sink in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| I’m right, this is sin
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| You’re not talking straight
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| Come around, give in
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| You’re not talking straight
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| Lay back, sink in
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| You’re not talking straight |