| Every now and then I feel cold
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| Every now and then I think of
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| How I have grown so cynical
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| (as far as I’m concerned I am concerned.)
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| Kissing the feet of a charlatan
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| Eating the crumbs straight out of his hand
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| Beating a drum that make no sound when
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| (a son of a son is singing you to sleep.)
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| Sleepy because I’ve slept way too much
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| Under the sheets with digital lust
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| No-one is gonna reach for my trust
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| (need to grab a hold on what is ours.)
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| Hours of hourglasses turning
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| You never told me how to cope with
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| All of this space I fill with nothing
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| (as far as I’m concerned I am concerned.)
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| Under the covers
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| Where you’re not around
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| Where my body is full of shrapnels
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| From the killing of time
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| Meeting people is easy
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| From a bar to a bed
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| But I can’t meet my own eyes
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| In the bathroom mirror of a stranger in the morning
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| Pixelating the girls of that dawn
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| Their flesh and bones in data codes
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| I thought I saw their souls, I saw their holes
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| Every now and then I think of
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| Every now and then I dream of
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| How to become less cynical
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| (as far as I’m concerned I am concerned.)
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| Hours of hourglasses turning
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| You never told me how to cope with
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| All of this space I fill with nothing
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| (as far as I’m concerned I am concerned.)
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| The anthem of a hypocrite
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| Is shaking the arena seats
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| I wanna be the opposite
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| To prove you that I’m all the same
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| An elegy for elegance
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| Assumingly so elegant
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| But honestly I’m transparent
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| The simple fact that I have changed
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| Now obvious to all my friends
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| Who slipped away along the path
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| Because I made them lovers
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| Making love instead of making friends
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| The anthem of the hypocrite
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| Is shaking the arena seats
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| I wanna be the opposite
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| But I have changed there’s no way back again |