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you are subtle as a window pane |
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standing in my view |
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but I will wait for it to rain |
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so that I can see you |
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you call me up at night |
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when there's no light passing through |
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and you think that I don't understand |
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but I do |
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we don't say everything that we could |
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so that we can say later |
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oh, you misunderstood |
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I hold my cards up |
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close to my chest |
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I say what I have to |
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and I hold back the rest |
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'cause someone you don't know |
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is someone you don't know |
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get a firm grip, girl |
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before you let go |
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for every hand extended |
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another lies in wait |
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keep your eye on that one |
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anticipate |
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dress down get out there |
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pick a fight with the police |
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we will get it all on film |
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for the new release |
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seems like everyone's an actor |
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or they're an actor's best friend |
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I wonder what was wrong to begin with |
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that they should all have to pretend |
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we lost sight of everything |
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when we have to keep checking our backs |
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I think we should all just smile |
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come clean |
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and relax |
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if there's anything I've learned |
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all these years on my own |
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it's how to find my own way there |
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and how to find my own way back home |
