| Believe when I say that it has to be true
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| So much to say, so little to do
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| I know, I know, I know you
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| The room’s growing cold as the evening grows long
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| See in your eyes something is wrong
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| I know, I know, I know you
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| So where do you go at the end of the day?
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| Where do you hide away?
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| Age has a way of pretending to see
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| Right to the core of what we want to be
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| But I know, I know, I know me
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| And I’ve lost all interest in matters of worth
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| Old again, wise again, born again, no constancy
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| Oh but I know me
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| So where do you go at the end of the day?
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| Where do you go when you seem so far away?
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| Tell me what happened to the promises that we made
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| Where do you hide away?
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| So tell me where do you go at the end of the day?
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| Where do you go when you seem so far away?
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| What happened to the promises that you made?
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| Where do you hide away? |