| You pull the sheets around you throat
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| Talking like the harpy again
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| I’ve got this heartache in my coat
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| Since I don’t remember when
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| It’s guaranteed to live and to bleed
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| And you feed it with your bitterest lies
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| Hope you can see what that’s done to me
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| But I don’t care to look into your eyes
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| There’s no explanation
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| Dreamtongued man from the golden land
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| Standing with the keys to your door
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| I had to laugh as I shook his hand
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| Didn’t know he’d been here before
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| I know him well but I never can tell
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| If he sees right through my futile disguise
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| Hope you can see what that’s done to me
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| But I don’t care to look into your eyes
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| There’s no explanation
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| Walking alone down the path to your home
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| On a silent and sensual day
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| It almost could be my very own
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| Before I went and lost my way
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| Directions aren’t clear when you’re standing here
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| And you cheer me with your faithless surprise
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| Hope you can see what that’s done to me
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| But I don’t care to look into your eyes
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| There’s no explanation |