I think of the distance
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between you and me
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which doesn't explain
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why the strangest places
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still call my name
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I don't know how to live
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I only know how to disappear
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and I don't want to travel
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and I don't want to stay here
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They speak of destiny and fate
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and powers that move unseen
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and I get these pictures
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of how my life might have been
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I hear home is where the heart is
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but I never get to learn
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where my heart is
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Upside down
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upside down
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I'm always turning things
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upside down
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The timing was right
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but it was still a surprise
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to find my heart had followed my eyes
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I was lust another man
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with his eyes on you
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and a need for agony
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that he had to subdue
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Upside down ...
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in your eyes
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Upside Down
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