| Here at the glass —
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| All the usual problems, all the habitual farce
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| You ask, in uncertain voice
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| What you should do
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| As if there were a choice but to carry on
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| Miming the song
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| And hope that it all works out right
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| Tonight it all seems so strange —
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| My spirit feels rigid, my body deranged;
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| Still that’s only from one point of view
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| And we can’t have illusion between me and you
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| My constant friend, ever close at hand —
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| You and the undercover man
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| I reflect:
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| 'It's very strange to be going through this change
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| With no idea of what it’s all been about
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| Except in the context of time…'
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| Oh, but I shirk it, I’ve half a mind not to work it all out
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| Is this madness just the recurring wave of total emotion
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| Or a hide for the undercover man
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| Or a litany — all the signs are there of fervent devotion —
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| Or the cracking of the dam?
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| It’s cracked; |
| smashed and bursting over you
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| There was no reason to expect such disaster
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| Now, panicking, you burst for air
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| Drowning, you know you care
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| For nothing and no-one but yourself
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| And would deny even this hand
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| Which stretches out towards you to help
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| But would I leave you in this moment of your trial?
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| Is it my fault that I’m here to see you crying?
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| These phantom figures all around you should have told you
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| You should have found out by now
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| If you hadn’t gone and tried to do it all by yourself
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| Even now we are not lost:
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| If you look out at the night
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| You’ll see the colours and the lights
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| Seem to say people are not far away
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| At least in distance
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| And it’s only our own dumb resistance
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| That’s making us stay
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| When the madness comes
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| Let it flood on down and over me sweetly
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| Let it drown the parts of me weak and blessed and damned
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| Let it slake my life, let it take my soul and living completely
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| Let it be who I am
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| There may not be time for us all to run in tandem together —
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| The horizon calls with its parallel lines
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| It may not be right for you to have and hold in one way forever
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| And yet you still have time
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| You still have time |