| Orpheus is playing the Troubadour
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| Singing his heartbreak songs
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| The ones about Eurydice
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| The crowd cringes and yawns
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| He’s cut off all his guitar strings
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| So he’s standing up there alone
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| Silence were there was once music
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| While he sings into the microphone
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| It’s so hard being so close
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| But still just out of reach
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| To something in the darkness
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| That the light won’t let me keep
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| She vanished some time in the spring
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| Most people thought she was dead
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| Others say that they saw her
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| Leaving on a midnight jet
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| Now Orpheus acts like he’s holy
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| Like grief has given him wings
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| Searching the globe, looking for her
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| Tears in his eyes while he sings
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| It’s so hard being so close
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| But still just out of reach
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| To something in the darkness
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| That the light won’t let me keep
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| He found her one day in Morocco
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| Living, breathing and well
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| Out there writing a novel
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| A memoir called 'My Life In Hell'
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| He begged her to follow him home
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| Saying I’ve come here to save you
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| She told him to go back alone
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| Saying 'Baby, it’s over, I’m through'
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| The night that I left, I found you in bed
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| With my old roommate Jane
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| You were under the covers, giving her head
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| So I walked out and boarded a plane
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| It’s so hard being so close
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| But still just out of reach
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| To something in the darkness
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| That the light won’t let me keep |