| You’ve been hiding a world of confusion inside you
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| You think no one knows how you feel but they do
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| You’ve been fooling yourself thinking life would be better without this
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| Dimmed lights, big beats, shifty eyes and that one last kiss
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| You’ll never be the same
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| You’ll never be the same
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| You’ll never be the same
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| Now you’re damaged goods
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| (You'll never be the same)
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| You’ve been walking among post-war grey brutalist concrete
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| The sound of your footsteps drowned out by your own heartbeat
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| You’ve been living a lie too big for your conscience to carry
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| As no matter what you do you can’t forget what you could be
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| How could anyone get to you
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| While you’re treading old ground like you do
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| Each lonely night you search the discos
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| As if they could save you now
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| Cos with everything you’ve seen
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| You’re haunted by the ghost
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| Of what could have been
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| You’ll never feel the same
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| You’ll never feel the same
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| You’ll never feel the same
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| Now you’re damaged goods
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| How could anyone get to you
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| While you’re treading old ground like you do
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| Each lonely night you search the discos
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| As if they could save you now
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| Cos with everything you’ve seen
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| You’re haunted by the ghost
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| Of what could have been
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| You’ll never be the same
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| So you’re never gonna love again
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| You’ll never be the same
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| So you’re never gonna love again
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| You’ll never be the same
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| Now you’re damaged goods
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| So you’re never gonna love again |