come on now the curtain is drawn
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and tomorrow stands before you
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dressed and draped in a cold black cape
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like a crow he ignores you
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look again there´s a beautiful girl
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covers sin in a holy land shroud
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it´s the great disappearing act
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done again for the marveled crowd
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as we´re chasing our tails
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and biting our nails
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so strong and frail
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and we build and tear it down
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with barely the time to say
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how did it get so late
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i´ll never know
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step outside and now the doors open wide
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and the minions are eager to find him
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put a million miles under your heals
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and you´re still behind him
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cover your clocks with your chains and your locks
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while the seasons get hotter and colder
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stretch your faces and lie about your ages
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and still you´re going to get older
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as we´re chasing our tails
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and biting our nails
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so strong and frail
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and we build and tear it down
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with barely the time to say
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how did it get so late
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i´ll never know
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hang on till your fingers break
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and your hands unwind
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he will escape you every time
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from under your pillows
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through open windows
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and out on the rails
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and we build and tear it down
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with barely the time to say
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how did it get so late
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i´ll never know
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Disappearing Act
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| Chris Cornell |
