Look at you with slimmer lines
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Dirty toes un-showered
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Unholy sight the state of you
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And every sign that you¡¯re wired again
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Just look at you in the trolley line
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Wild eyed you¡¯re still flying
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A little less and a little more
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In the middle ground you¡¯re still miles away
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So hold me close don¡¯t let me go, I need you so
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Tell me something I don¡¯t know, that I need to know
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Hold those arms around my neck, I need you so
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Somewhere sunk behind those eyes a man I¡¯ve always known
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And if you go to sea again
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We¡¯ll see it out to horizons
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To see it all it¡¯s a little late
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And better never but it¡¯s happening
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So hold me close don¡¯t let me go, I need you so
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Somewhere sunk behind those eyes a man I¡¯ve always known
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That never went away...
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Hold me close don¡¯t let me go, I need you
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Went Away
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| The Maccabees |
