| Down came the sky
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| And all you did was blink
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| I would cry like I never do
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| In order to stay true
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| But everybody has their own opinion on such
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| They’re all much alike, alike, alike
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| One hundred of a million is worth penning dead down
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| So why am I writing to the moon?
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| Down came the sky
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| To whack us to attack
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| While we cried in between our cheeks
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| I was red and bleak
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| We often took it’s over but it’s never enough
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| I take it you are afraid, afraid
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| Of everything I am and of some things I am not
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| A fear I share before I go to bed
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| When tears are pretzels pouring down
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| Each time the sweetness is returning
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| At times when you appreciate that you survived
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| Tricks tend to track you down
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| Even when you’re high
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| It’s the reason they made it all easier
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| You’ll never know the hit
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| That tricks they track you down
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| Tricks they track you down
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| Down came the sky
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| And everything went black
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| I saw you, you saw me
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| And you were naked, which was weird
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| But in that space in time we played the strangers again
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| In oceans of oh I see, I see
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| When my words lost their meaning on their way to your door
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| Yours lost their way out of your
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| I don’t want to want you to go
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| But I think you’ve left me without options
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| Oh things that you should know by now
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| That I never told
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| Tricks tend to track you down
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| Even when you’re high
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| It’s the reason they made it all easier
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| You’ll never know the hit
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| Tricks they track you down
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| And tricks they track you down
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| Tricks tend to track you down
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| And tricks they track you down
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| It’s the reason they made it all easier
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| You’ll never know the hit
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| And tricks they track you down
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| Tricks they track you down
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| Even when you’re high
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| It’s the reason they made it all easier
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| Tricks they track you down
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| Tricks they, tricks they, tricks they
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| Track you down |