| And when you hear this song
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| Measure you in years
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| Will the fingers of the blind
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| Find pleasure in your tears
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| Falling from your face
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| The way it wets your cheeks
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| And rests upon your lips
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| With this salty taste you speak
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| And those words form grounds
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| The pressure to exist
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| In a world with no one around
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| Is it the fear of a man
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| Or the fear of these mirrors and hammers
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| Falling down
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| I am Old Man Perez
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| I am as cold as any hand in death
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| I am what is left
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| A smile made of lead
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| A palladium’s head
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| A small pile of geraniums
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| Red as the earth now thrown
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| The surface now grown
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| Into the fleshy remains of roots now shown
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| Shes all covered
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| I’m uncovered
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| In the science of sleep the two become lovers
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| As sparrows do
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| Defining beauty in the order of life
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| If Camus knew
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| If Jean-Paul saw
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| In a room with no exit
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| You are beyond the walls
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| I’m searching for a face
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| In the sweating of the stones
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| Who robbed me of my faith
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| And said I’m better off alone
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| A writer gets away
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| A character set free
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| Though everything I am
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| Says he was better with Marie
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| But who knows
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| Maybe we’re just too young
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| To young at heart
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| So we go back to where we’re from
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| To gain our start
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| Now she and I are the same
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| Left to our eyes in the rain
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| Left to despise why we came
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| Left to the mind I am Cain
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| Able is my will to survive it again
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| And yet I do
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| If I never hear a yes I do
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| Kept by you I am but a trade I am just business
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| The patron Saint of lost interests
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| Like the bike you rode
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| In the street light left behind
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| When the times got old
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| I am just a taste
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| The face that you took and forgot
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| In a space full of books
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| And I am locked in the hook to a song
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| I have no looks
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| I do not play a long
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| My home
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| My bone and marrow
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| I am alone
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| I am the only sparrow
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| Frightened by the moon
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| The silence of it all
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| It lightens up your room
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| The nightingale she calls
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| Passing through the sky
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| Reminding you to sleep
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| The world is full of guise
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| Victory defeat
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| Victory defeat
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| Victory defeat
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| Victory defeat
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| I am your stranger now
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| Times are stranger |