| I’m caught between the pen and the page
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| Lost in the remains of the age
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| Daddy when you were young was it all this strange?
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| Fear’s inching up the ridge of my spine
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| The talking clock reminded me
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| I’ve never felt all myself and I don’t know why
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| I can’t seem to get to grips with it
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| I almost touched my fingertips to it
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| Why oh my oh my?
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| Then the stars came out once the lights went out
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| And I could not speak so I had to shout
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| And then the moon passed sadly by.
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| The joys are few and far between
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| I’ve got the doomsday app. |
| on my iPhone screen
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| Honey, I’ve seen the truth and it’s worth than it seemed
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| Sins derived and sins original
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| Lies eclipsed and lies made visible
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| I’m turning my back on the world and fixing my eyes on the sky
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| I can’t seem to get to grips with it
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| I almost touched my fingertips to it
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| Why oh my oh my?
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| Then the stars came out once the lights went out
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| And I could not speak so I had to shout
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| And then the moon passed sadly by
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| Love will I see you again
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| 'Cause I could do with some mending
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| Love, will I see you again
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| 'Cause I’m through with pretending
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| Love, will I see you again? |