| You could have been in the city too long
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| You don’t get lost any more.
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| Whatever happened to a sense of wonder?
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| There are miracles down on the floor
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| like the message on the ground
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| just outside the dentist
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| where someone’s written simply «Teeth»
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| they could have written «Wake Up» on the pavement
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| but they wanted us to look underneath
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| we put all put faith in constructs
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| we put all our faith in sand
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| give me your hands
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| oh don’t you want to come down
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| It’s half past two
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| and you knock my door
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| and you’re drunk
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| and ain’t got friends
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| I’d be your mirror if i could but i’m all fogged up
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| as the silver haze descends.
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| (celebrated Euro-skunkweed euphemism)
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| Well you been scaring us all up there
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| of a tightrope of your own design.
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| It’s not a movie it’s your own sweet life
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| come on down honey and we’ll make time
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| We put all our faith in strangers
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| We put all our faith in sand
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| Give me your hands
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| Oh don’t you want to come down
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| Hey look me in the eyes and tell me
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| no one will remember your name
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| Look me in the eyes and tell me
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| no one will remember your name
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| We put all our faith in magnetic tape
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| We put al our faith in sand
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| Give me your hands
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| Oh don’t you want to come down
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| Oh look me in the eyes and tell me
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| Noone will remember your name
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| Oh look me in the eyes and tell me
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| Noone will remember your name
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| Oh look me in the eyes and tell me
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| Noone will remember your name
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| Scarlett |