Well I lost my taste for the company of airports and cars
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We flew through the year and
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avoided the dust and rock.
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We stood in the way of the tank till we bored and we stopped
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So never show doubt in your hand
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till you know what they got.
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Touch me or don't
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Just let me know,
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where you been?
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Well drop me a line with a hook and some raw bleeding bait
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(one, two, three, four)
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Well I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake
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(five, six, seven, eight)
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Shimmering under the moon made in anger and haste
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I was the one who was always repeating it
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Shimmering like a penny out of reach in the subway grating
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(Shimmering like a coin kept safe away,
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you¡¯ll never listen to anything)
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Touch me or don't
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Just let me know,
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where you¡¯ve been
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Leave it alone, I¡¯m sure there¡¯s someone who knows
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Where you been?
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Luca (Reprise)
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