| I search your profile
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| For a translation
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| I study the conversation
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| Like a map
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| 'cause I know there is strength
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| In the differences between us
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| And I know there is comfort
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| Where we overlap
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| Come here
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| Stand in front of the light
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| Stand still
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| So I can see your silhouette
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| I hope
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| That you have got all night
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| 'cause I’m not done looking
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| No, I’m not done looking yet
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| Each one of us
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| Wants a piece of the action
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| You can hear it in what we say
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| You can see it in what we do
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| We negotiate with chaos
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| For some sense of satisfaction
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| If you won’t give it to me
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| At least give me a better view
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| Come here
|
| Stand in front of the light
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| Stand still
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| So I can see your sillouette
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| I hope
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| That you have got all night
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| 'cause I’m not done looking
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| No, I’m not done looking yet
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| I build each one of my songs
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| Out of glass
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| So you can see me inside of them
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| I suppose
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| Or you could just leave the image of me
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| In the background, I guess
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| And watch your own reflection superimposed
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| And I build each one of my days out of hope
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| And I give that hope your name
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| And I don’t know you that well
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| But it don’t take much to tell
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| Either you don’t have the balls
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| Or you don’t feel the same
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| Come here
|
| Stand in front of the light
|
| Stand still
|
| So I can see your silhouette
|
| I hope
|
| That you have got all night
|
| 'cause I’m not done looking
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| No, I’m not done looking yet
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| I seach your profile for a translation
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| I study the conversation like a map
|
| 'cause I know there is strength
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| In the differences between us
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| And I know there is comfort
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| Where we overlap |