| In the second of honor, a despair sharp and old
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| She gives me a taste, please show me some etiquette
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| I wasn’t looking for you and I don’t want to find you yet
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| At an uncurtained window, in a street full of rooms
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| Watching the gardens, and pursuing the blooms
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| This world is so white, they never see me anymore
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| But I trusted you then, and I’m trusting you still
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| It’s just that I’m not quite sure
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| Now I wonder why, I thought I could ever lose
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| But the gain is hardly what I’d choose
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| Now I wonder why
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| It was somebody, a woman, it was a delicate crime
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| And I’ve been waiting for ages, yes I’ve been here all the time
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| There was this greed in my blood, she let me take the easy way
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| She helps me hide the vagabond, that was myself yesterday
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| And after the acting, I found that I couldn’t sleep
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| And during my drifting, I found that I was too deep
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| By the virtue of faith
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| I knew that I could be lost
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| Beyond this dark place
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| Unprepared to pay the cost |