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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, baby |
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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, baby |
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And that makes us a matter of time |
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Like trees exposed by fall, baby |
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Time reveals it all |
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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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Oooooooh... |
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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 |
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By ambition than a breeze |
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But there's a flame that must be fanned, baby |
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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 |
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Oooh, there |
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You won't find, you won't find |
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You won't find me there, oooh |
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You won't find, you won't find |
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You won't find me there |
