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I woke up this morning to the wretched sound of city cars

The cheek print on my pillow smelled of aftershave and old guitars

So another day comes through my window creeping

And I’m old enough to know that it’s much too late for sleeping

Cameras, cloaks, and daggers guard a heart upon a hidden shelf

But no protection’s better than the secret wall you build yourself

And no persuasion, trick, or trade can lead you from your home

Save the hand of love

Even she can’t keep you long

I keep lying to myself

And everybody, everybody

I keep lying to myself

And everybody, everybody else

Oh, seduction’s like the smoke around my fingertips

You know cigarettes can kill you, but they look good hanging from your lips

And buried deep between the darkness and the dawn

Is where I thought I’d try to keep you 'neath a spell of fire and song

But I keep lying to myself

And everybody, everybody

I keep lying to myself

And everybody, everybody

I keep lying to myself

And everybody, everybody else

I keep lying to myself

And everybody, everybody else

Everybody, everybody else

I’ve been lying to myself

You’re so far away

Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?

You’re so far away

Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?

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