| The darkening eyes you turn to me
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| Empties my body and sets it free
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| It helps my heels to leave the ground
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| The vantage you give won’t keep me down
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| Bright lights of the city they spin and they flash
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| And reflecting the wet shiny streets
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| But I receive them, they’ve gone in a second
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| My footprints I leave as we see
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| The darkening eyes you turn to me
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| Empties my body but it sets it free
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| It helps my heel to leave the ground
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| The vantage you give won’t keep me down
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| The turnings I’ve taken might throw and confuse you
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| There must be a point where we meet
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| The difference between us is not what we doing
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| It’s more in the things that we see
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| It’s been this way since I began
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| The inner search you don’t understand
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| Yeah you best gone well no surprise
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| With darkening eyes you stare at darkening skies
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| You turn your head and you’re making a statement
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| But hate’s not delivered with words
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| The sins of the father must fall on the children
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| And they should be seen and not heard
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| It’s been this way since I began
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| The inner search you don’t understand
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| It helps my heels to leave the ground
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| The vantage you give won’t keep me down
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| Yeah you best gone well I’m not surprised
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| With darkening eyes you stare at darkening skies |