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If I closed my eyes |
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Would it all subside |
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To an echo in the night |
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Of a distant fading light |
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Then a stranger's silhouette |
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A burning cigarette |
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And somewhere in the haze |
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A passage through the maze |
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Can you hear me now |
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Or are there just too many doors |
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Between then and now |
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For me to ever reach on through |
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Pull you back somehow |
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That don't happen anymore |
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Still in the night |
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I think I hear you calling |
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I have walked this stage |
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As the music played |
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They knew every word |
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But they never heard |
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For they never changed |
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It's all very strange |
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As I'm standing here |
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Contemplating years |
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Can you hear me now |
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Are there just too many doors |
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Between then and now |
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For me to ever reach on through |
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And pull you back somehow |
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Well that don't happen anymore |
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Still in the night |
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I swear I hear you calling |
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Can you hear me now |
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Are there just too many doors |
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Between then and now |
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For me to ever reach on through |
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And pull you back somehow |
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But that don't happen anymore |
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Still in the night |
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I think I hear you calling |