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If I don't stand out like a star among the moons |
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if I am always late and he always backs away too soon |
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I walk the world with a skin so thin |
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I can wear no adequate protection |
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everything comes crashing in. |
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If I'm too wide open for this place |
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but not enough for him to recognize my face |
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How will he find me |
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with no one's arms to gather me together? |
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How will he find me? |
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Only held by gravity, faded with uncertainty |
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no longer young and not that pretty |
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how will he ever find me? |
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It never seems to matter, the tears I cry. |
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There's a well inside of me that never runs dry |
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from being born I guess, and born in life until we die. |
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The music and the hope for love keep me alive |
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still I wonder, how will he find me? |
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And what shall I do with a drunken heart |
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with goggle eyes and the troubling hunger |
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reaching forward to trick mirror men |
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leaning out and in again. |
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If love is a game how can it be creation? |
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And if I'm wasting my time |
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how will he find me? |