| A spoken word assumes the shape
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| Of histories to come
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| And the question raised is a shadow on the run
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| And so you lower your voice
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| And you make your choice
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| And then you whisper, «There could be no other way»
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| And for the very first time in a very long time
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| I can believe the words you say
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| Oh But I’m not your enemy
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| And I hope you know
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| I sit and stare into your hollow eyes
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| And away we go And I want you to know…
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| I’m not gonna blame you
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| For the beginning of the end
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| I’ve been reading the sign waves
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| Have been all my life
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| 'Cause we know the difference
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| Between the worlds the eye begins to wander
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| How…
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| But your eyes are as cold
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| As empty caves
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| In unmarked graves
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| You know I wish that there could be some other way
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| And for the very first time in a very long time
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| You can believe the words I say
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| Well, I’m not your enemy
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| And I hope you know
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| I see the hunger in your hollow eyes
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| And I watch it grow
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| Caught in the flow
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| Of your blood’s undertow
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| No, I’m not gonna blame you
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| For the beginning of the end
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| I’ve been reading the sign waves
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| Have been all my life
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| 'Cause we know the difference
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| Between the worlds the eye begins to wander
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| How…
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| I’m not gonna blame you
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| For the beginning of the end
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| I’ve been reading the sign waves
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| Have been all my life (I have been all my life)
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| 'Cause we know the difference
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| Between the worlds the eye begins to wander
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| (Wonder how…)
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| (I've been all my life)
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| Spoke to your ghost in a dream so real
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| Like a photograph for the way
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| That I feel to wonder (how) how
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| It’s time to take your chemical
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| Close your eyes
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| And the twilight pulls you under |