[ 10,000 Maniacs & Jules Shear ]
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I'd like to know what makes you stay
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while your eyes still search for escape.
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You think that I don't feel the cold,
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but I wait while confessions unfold.
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You'll never make a living from reading minds
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or from getting your direction from exit signs.
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Look into your heart and you won't find me there.
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You won't find me where you hide
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and that makes us a matter of time.
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Like trees exposed by fall,
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time reveals it all.
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Tell me you want to do everything
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but you're stuck up to your knees.
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And I'm less likely pushed forward by ambition than a breeze.
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But there's a flame that must be fanned,
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and it appears as a beckoning hand.
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Don't think 'cause you're not talking you're being kind,
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you've been getting your direction from exit signs.
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Look into your heart and you won't find me there.
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You Won't Find Me There
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10000 Maniacs |