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You don't have to tell me what you're still looking for, |
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Two arms to hold you and a voice to say "That's alright, you can spend the night" |
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Well, come around. |
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'Cos I've been there and these are the notes from the overground, |
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The World Saxophone Quartet, the smell of violets |
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And a passing friend won't let you down. |
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Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling, |
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Say you're gonna change your foolish ways. |
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Make a promise, break a promise in the same day, |
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It goes the same way, anyway. |
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So you pray for silence and its sadness and its violence |
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To be washed away, |
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One day. |
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I understand that state you've reached of being unreachable, |
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Somewhere out there where only the music plays. |
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Loneliness and being alone don't always mean the same, |
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Who needs the movie? You can see the music anyway. |
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A Sketch For Winter, a Burgundy and sanctuary can make me stay, |
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When I feel that way. |
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And if my words don't say the things that they were meant to say, |
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And if confusion comes and carries all my words away, |
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And if you still don't understand, I wanna hold your hand, |
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And look at it this way... |
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Someone singing's better than the war they're winning |
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Winging its way, your way or my way, any day, anyway, |
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Stray |
