And there are places we must go to
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To bring these hollow words on back from
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You must cross a muddy river
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Where love turns to love turns to fear
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They say you don't look
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There's only one way
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On back from on back from here
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They say you don't look
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They say you don't look cause it'll disappear
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And our eyes they keep on strainin'
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As if to see what lies behind them
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Through the shells of empty buildings and great columns of glass
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They say you don't look
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They say you don't look
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Cause it'll drive you mad
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And if it drives you mad
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If it drives you mad
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It'll prob'ly pass
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Orpheo Looks Back
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| Andrew Bird |
