| Sitting in my room waiting for a train
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| What will bring me back into your arms again
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| I’ve shuffled through them all and every time you won
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| Is there nothing new underneath the sun?
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| I don’t want to ask you for a sign
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| I don’t need all my tears turned into wine
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| And even though I love you anyway:
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| Can I see your face?
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| Can I see your face?
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| Nothing’s standing in your place
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| Can I see your face?
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| Standing in the cold — searching the stars
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| Trying to figure out just where you are
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| Get me on my knees — shake me to the bone
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| Leave a message on my answer phone
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| I’m sorry I strained my eyes to see
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| Some things should remain a mystery
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| But who put this desire in my heart?
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| Touch my eyes — fill my head
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| My brand new shoes, heavy as lead
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| I want to see your face, want to touch those scars
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| Tell me where you’ve gone?!
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| Can I see your face?
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| Can I see your face?
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| You the author of my faith
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| Can I see your face? |