I've been talking to the wall and it's been answering me
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Oh darling how I miss you
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I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness
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I crave the silhouette of your kiss
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With only the blue light of the TV on
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Lip reading threats and false alarms
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There's a boy somewhere holding hands with himself
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And a girl in a window on the Reeperbarn
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[Chorus:]
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Whenever I put my foot in my mouth and you begin to doubt
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That it's you that I'm dreaming about
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Do I have to draw you a diagram?
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All I ever want is just to fall into your human hands
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With the kings and queens of the dance hall craze
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Checkmate in three moves in your heyday
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But the girls don't listen to your line anymore
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Now you're part of someone else
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On the factory floor and you still say "Wheres the action?"
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Now you manufacture happiness
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And get sold on the cheap for someone's satisfaction
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[Chorus]
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All you toy soldiers and scaremongers
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Are you living in this world sometimes I wonder
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In between saying you've seen too much and saying you've seen it all before
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Tighter and tighter I hold you tightly
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You know I love you more than slightly
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Although I've never said it like this before
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[Chorus]
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Human Hands
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Elvis Costello |