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Take the forward path. Have a big slice of the city
Get the upper hand while you're still pretty
But you know what we're like. No, they will never respect you
The way you want them to respect you.
I think it's very well understood
That I I'm gonna hold on to you
I'm gonna hold on to you
You, you
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Your cracked up shell. A dead opera house
You give yourself to them now in a game of cat and mouse
From the storyboard to the bedroom scene
Through eleven World Wars, other people you have been
Chorus x3
I can come to terms with slowly going mad
Things we used to fear in the dark and whatever lies beyond us
But I've come to resemble my own shadow
As it falls into the sidewalk I'm no longer anyone I know
No one here reminds me of you
Yet I see no one else
On the crowded sidewalk
Repeat Chorus to fade