You saw my face fall into a well-worn groove
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A child starts playing a role
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and ends up type-cast in every movie
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I took cold comfort in your touch
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and now I¡¯m laughing high and dry
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Yeah I felt everything I¡¯m gonna feel
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Cried all the real tears I¡¯m gonna cry
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I don¡¯t care what you dreams you have
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I don¡¯t care about your second sight
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Now that you¡¯ve cut yourself off
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You¡¯re not even sure things are clear and bright
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Well did you let it take hold of your soul
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Was it like moonrise over your desert shore
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Tell me is it more evil to lose your heart
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Or to go on as before
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What could come around
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What could make a difference to me now
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What could come around
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Nothing could bring me down
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I get warm to any touch
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So why does yours get so cold
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At first you didn¡¯t mean very much
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Now you rule my life
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Watch your house of cards take a deep breath
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Watch it breathe word for word
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Fifty-two secrets the justice would never protect
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Fifty-two secrets justice never heard
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What could come around
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What could make a difference to me now
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What could come around
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Nothing could bring me down
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How thirsty is your soil
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Indifferent hearts never keep anything long
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I spend my time looking around
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For something to bring me down
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What Godzilla Said to God When His Name Wasn¡¯t Found in the Book of Life
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