You think that you know me
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Through awaken lies
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Assume that I'm only
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A state of mind
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My life is like a metaphor
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For everything that's gone before
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You tell me it's a failing
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But I feel fine
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So quote to me from books you read
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On what to think and how to need
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Use the same adjectives for the fortieth time
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Whispers in my ears oh
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Whispers in my ears oh
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Diluting my tears oh
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The death of all conversation
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Inane but discretely
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These words will defeat me
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Whispers in my ears oh
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The death of all conversation
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Floats away
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But I'll be brave
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Believe in all fortune
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Favors the grave
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My life's becoming more defined
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And at the age of 29
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You tell me it's elusive
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But I feel loved
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I see the kicks beneath her skin
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Elucidates my own being
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And well worn is the promise that I keep inside
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Whispers in my ears oh
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Whispers in my ears oh
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Diluting my tears oh
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The death of all conversation
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No words to complete this
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No words to compete with this
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Whispers in my ears oh
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The death of all conversation
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And if it's frequent scent
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Then it's the way it is
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'Cause what I've got at home
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Is what I need at home
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This is my dilemma
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I hope it makes you tremor
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'Cause what I've got at home
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Is what I need at home
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So when it all turns black
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From everything you lack
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Is what you've got at home
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What you got at home
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So as I'm moving forward
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I only think of these words
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Is what I've got at home
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What I need at home
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In Blue Music We Trust
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| Little Comets |
