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Open up the door and let me in |
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I knew the well was dry when I returned to it again |
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And what I need I'll never have |
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'Cause it don't exist |
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Open up the door, time's gettin' thin |
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The earth will soldier on in its never-ceasing spin |
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And soldier on with it, we will |
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'Til we're good and dead |
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Don't you know you are my dearest friend? |
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You're hearing what I say but you are seeing only him |
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Who, like a mirror, just reflects |
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His lonely twin |
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You know his heart's as empty as his head |
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He's gesturing with broken arms, his feet are made of lead |
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And this is where the world ends |
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And I begin |
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You are on the outside |
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Always looking in |
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But I am on the inside |
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So goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! |
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Now my song is gettin' near its end |
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The metaphors are all used up, our seams are trailing threads |
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But if it isn't love or death |
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Then what is it? |
