Walking round blind
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With the sun in your eyes.
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You don't know it,
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She walks right through you.
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And if you think twice
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Then the moment will pass.
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There's no doubt it will be gone for good.
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When you're carrying your heart
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In the palm of your hands,
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You're bound to drop it.
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And that's when you're done.
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Hold your tongue, boy.
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Hold onto your breath.
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It's not done til it's done to death.
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Walking round deaf
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When the sirens are crying.
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You don't know it,
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She speaks right through you.
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Staring at the floor saying nothing you mean.
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It keeps spinning out of control.
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Has the world changed?
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Or is it you that's changed?
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She keeps walking past your door.
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Hold your tongue, boy.
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Hold onto your breath.
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It's not done til it's done to death.
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In front of a crowd
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With the lights in your eyes.
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You don't ever get a look at yourself.
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She's got a thousand eyes
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And they're all fixed on you.
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So what is it you're going to do?
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She's not your savior
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And you're not a saint.
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But this is as close as you'll ever get.
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Hold your tongue, boy.
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Hold onto your breath.
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It's not done til it's done to death.
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Till It's Done To Death
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| John Nolan |
