| I can force you to smile
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| But it don’t reach your eyes
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| Like the moon in the day, silently fades
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| That which formerly shined is obliterated
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| I’m striving to coax or wrench you, I can’t even reach you
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| You’re starving for something, I’ve got nothing to feed you
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| And renegade good intentions turn to scorn
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| All the clouds keep hoarding
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| All their airborne oceans won’t fall
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| There’s a creature of prey
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| In the darkness, it waits
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| And it’s fixing its eyes
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| Smouldering eyes, with a purpose of mind
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| On the line that it traces
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| I’m striving to coax or wrench you, I can’t even reach you
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| You’re starving for something, I’ve got nothing to feed you
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| And renegade good intentions turn to scorn
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| All the clouds keep hoarding
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| All their airborne oceans won’t fall
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| I’m striving to coax or wrench you, I can’t even reach you
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| You’re starving for something, I’ve got nothing to feed you
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| And renegade good intentions turn to scorn
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| All the clouds keep hoarding
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| All their airborne oceans won’t fall |