| Hey, man, don’t look so scared
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| You know I’m only testing you out
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| Hey man, don’t look so angry
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| You’re real close to figuring me out
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| We are a part of a circle, it’s like a Mobius strip
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| And it goes 'round and 'round until it loses a link
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| And there’s a shadow in the sky and it looks like rain, oh, oh
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| And shit is gonna fly once again
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| Hey, man, we look at each other with ample eyes
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| And why not some time to discover what’s behind your eyes?
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| And I’ve got so many questions that I want to ask you
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| I am so tired of mirrors — pour me a glass of your wine
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| And there’s a shadow in the sky and it looks like rain, oh, oh
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| And shit is gonna fly once again
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| I’ve got a bunch of government cheques at my door
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| Each morning I try to send them back, but they only send me more
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| I look at myself in the mirror
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| Am I vital today?
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| Hey, man, I let my conscience get in the way
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| And there’s a shadow in the sky, but it looks like rain, oh, oh
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| And shit is gonna fly once again, oh
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| And I don’t mean to rain on your parade
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| But pathos has got me once again, oh
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| And I don’t want ambivalence
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| No, I don’t want ambivalence no more, no
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| No, I don’t want ambivalence
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| No, I don’t want ambivalence no more, hey
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| I said I don’t want ambivalence
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| No, I don’t want ambivalence no more, no more
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| I said I don’t want ambivalence
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| No, I don’t want ambivalence no more, no more |