| It continues, it continues, it continues to escape me
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| It’s not quite right the way you’re trying to ape me
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| Observing my movements, trying to place me
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| I heard you’d laid plans to finally interface me
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| It’s a cheerless thing, that thing you call a heart
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| That small black thing that’s keeping us apart
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| Don’t even think about it, don’t you even try to start
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| I can see you in the corners, I can see you in the dark
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| It continues, it continues, it continues to escape me
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| It’s not quite right, the way you’re trying to implicate me
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| What would it be to know?
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| What would it be to have an answer?
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| Would it be worth your while?
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| Could it all end in disaster?
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| Standing in this garden just before the dawn
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| A place of amusement, an object of scorn
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| From the back of beyond to the front of the queue
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| From the change in the air, I knew it was you
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| It continues, it continues, it continues to escape me
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| It’s not quite right the way you’re trying to trace me
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| What would it be to know?
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| What would it be to have an answer?
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| Would it be worth your while?
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| Could it all end in disaster?
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| What would it be to know?
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| What would it be to have an answer?
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| Would it be worth your while?
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| Could it all end in disaster?
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| Don’t you even think about it, don’t you even try to start
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| I can see you in the corners, I can see you in the dark
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| It continues, it continues, it continues to escape me
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| It’s not quite right they way you’re trying to implicate me
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| Talking to my friends, trying to replace me
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| Picking up clues to finally trace me
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| Well, it continues, it continues, it continues to escape me
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| It’s not quite right, the way you’re trying to implicate me
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| It’s a simple structure and if it falls apart
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| How would you replace it, where could you even start? |