| Out in the street tonight, we walk
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| Cool and undecided, tranquil and free
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| I try not to let it show but my eyes
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| Display a gentle hurting, what can that be
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| High above the city lights we don’t talk
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| About anything at all
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| I wanna tell you what I think you know
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| But you turn away, the last reminder falls
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| The truth is such a struggle
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| And in my mind there really aint no other
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| But we’re living in a silent picture show
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| I watch the light drift on your face
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| I’m lost inside a glow that I cannot replace
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| So long have we rehearsed this scene
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| You stop to take a picture, my eyes deny me
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| Fate plays the leading role and I don’t
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| Expect to see you now
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| Wanna tell you what I think you know
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| But you turn away, the last reminder falls
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| The truth is such a struggle, and in my mind
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| There really aint no other
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| But we’re living in a silent picture show
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| We’re just living a silent picture show |