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Feb 2011
and once more

and we know
who this one is for

he wanders the alleys
with you and me

caresses the silences
(he is still free)
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saints used to sit in the hills

but they've all been strip mined
so he lives in a flat in chelsea

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cameras cameras
everywhere!

but not a thing they show
is real

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the only thing real is fear
but
if they showed fear
we would see who we are
really afraid of

which is of course
illegal

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the greatest addiction
is the pretending to be in love

its  power lies in our knowing
the affair will fail and so we need not

take it seriously

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"being hurt" distracts us from our real pain
and liberates us from the shame of knowing
we are all slaves

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if we dared to dare
to be courageous

we would be instantly liberated

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and once more

and we know
who this one is for

he wanders the alleys
with you and me

caresses the silences
(he is still free)
Written by
jeffrey robin
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