| When they find you swinging from the rafters in your penthouse pen,
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| oblivion might not seem so funny — cos mighty men fall furthest when they
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| present this fake macho front
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| You were so close, but you can’t see behind that wall
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| You were so close, but so callous, so insecure
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| That day on the train, did you imagine that I felt the same when you said «He's
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| only got himself to blame»?
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| Wipe the shit from your grin cos I’m sure that you’ll go out in style
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| One mile is not enough
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| One mile
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| Talk tall, talk tough
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| One mil in their shoes, have you ver thought you are the reason that he
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| couldn’t go one mile more?
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| You’re not living in the here and now, so tell me how you’re punching down the
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| already trodden?
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| Your conscience slipped but once it’s flipped and you’re stuck in it you’ll
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| soon be forgotten
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| So close but searching for something more
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| So close to the sanctuary of the shore
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| That day on the train we laughed our way through the strain — but she seemed so
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| absent and frail, like she’d already checked out |
| But she still raised a glass and a smile
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| One mile is not enough
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| One mile. |
| Talk tall, talk tough
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| One mile in their shoes, have you ever thought you are the reason that she
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| couldn’t go one mile more?
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| So give me your big idea, cos we’re all drowning here
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| That crash-cart's coming for us all
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| You might start running when it calls, and you know it — pride before a fall
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| I always wonder, and so do you — what pulled them under?
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| What pulls us through?
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| We’re none of us immune to a self-destructive brain |