| A full-grown man, man, casually dressed
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| Caught a thought in a plan in a busy metropolis
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| Four tarot cards held so tightly to his chest
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| As if to protect, as if his life depended on
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| This way it’ll work, some of them more adventurous
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| Some other place, some other place that I forget
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| As if the world has ever stopped to notice
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| Something so pure, so comical, so tragic
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| These two little girls, girls in rhythm, more or less
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| Caught up in a twirl, in the miscellaneous
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| But love doesn’t call, don’t have to be invited
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| I climb through walls as if it never existed
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| The man that you are, the man you were, the man you left
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| Turn into stars, flowing in through the wilderness
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| Burning hard, a memory you can’t forget
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| Wherever you are, why’d you ever reveal it?
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| I know who you are, I know the secrets you protect
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| Alone in your car, the violence you imagine
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| It hurts so hard, a memory you can’t forget
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| Wherever you are, why’d you ever concede it?
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| As if, if a god would ever care, and if it did
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| Then nothing unpure has ever complicated
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| And nothing undone is ever done or said by chance
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| And nothing unsure has ever resonated
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| I float through the walls
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| Float through the walls
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| Float through the walls
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| Float through the walls
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| As if it knows who you are
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| It’s changing shape in the dark
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| If it can tell you apart
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| It’s gonna take you, take you
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| As if it knows who you are
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| It’s changing shape in the dark
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| If it can tell you apart
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| It’s gonna break you, break you
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| As if it knows who you are
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| It’s changing shape in the dark
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| If it can tell you apart
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| It’s gonna take you, take you
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| As if it loves who you are
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| Changing your shape in the dark, your secrets
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| Are drifting with you
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| I know you, I know you |