| Someone stood beside me for a moment in the rain
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| A silhouette, a cigarette, and a gesture of disdain
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| I felt a dark door open, saw a sudden ghost come through
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| A spark leapt from my fingertip and I knew it must be you
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| Ain’t you the man who dies every day?
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| You’re the man who dies every day
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| You’re the man
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| We never saw you walk in, we never saw you leave
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| You flick the ashes off a lap on everybody’s sleeve
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| You always play that funny pack of cards without an ace
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| And every street you ever walked is mapped out on your face
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| 'Cause you’re the man who dies every day
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| You’re the man who dies every day
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| You’re the man
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| You always kept a sunset behind your lonely shoulder
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| You never showed on photographs and you never grew much older
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| You flicker like a shaky shadow, moving like a thief
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| You never drop your facade and you never seek relief
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| 'Cause you’re the man who dies every day
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| You’re the man who dies every day
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| You’re the man who dies every day
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| You’re the man who dies every day
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| You’re the man |