| Remember when we were standing
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| Dappled and still unshaved
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| Hiding from hidden cameras
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| In the shadow of the cranes
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| The things that I stole, I gave you
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| The things that you said you liked
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| I bought you those pretty things
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| But you gave them back
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| Now I don’t know how to reach you
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| I don’t know where to look
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| I turn away from my mistakes
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| Try not to look
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| And I don’t know how to reach you
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| I don’t know where to look
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| I turn away, I fold the page, I close the book
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| I’d steal a shadow for you
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| I’d love you like a knife
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| From the towers, I try to call you
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| From the depths of the power lines
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| Tell me the things that scare you
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| Touch me with terror’s flame
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| Fill me with hesitation
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| Again
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| Cause I don’t know how to reach you
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| I don’t know where to look
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| I turn away from my mistakes
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| Try not to look
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| And I don’t know how to reach you
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| I don’t know where to look
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| I turn away, I fold the page, I close the book
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| And I don’t know how to reach you
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| I don’t know where to look
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| I turn away, I fold the page, I close the book
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| (I never thought it would happen)
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| (I never thought it would happen)
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| Happen to me (I never thought it would happen)
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| Happen to me |