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118 lines
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Like a shadow on a shadow
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A phantom in a film strip
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Faint glimmer of the past
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Trapped in mother's old slides
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Sits still in the apartment
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While sifting through some pictures
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Of the child that he once was
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And the sense of hope they framed
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"It's a shame"
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And I fear that fate
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While the humming from the street
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Keeps me awake
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He says, "I let life get twisted
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Get worn out, torn up
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And late with the rent
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And now nothing makes sense
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Except the bench and that piano
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A feeling nearing order when I'm
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Pressing down the chords"
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And he plays
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And it swells and breaks
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But what'll it take to make
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My life sound like that
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And brings a fever
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A dream of sweat and ecstasy
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A kiss on every hammer hit
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That follows as the keys fall
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Down and bring an order first
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Then chaos, then a calm
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That paints every shift in
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Murals on the wall
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And it presses to your neck
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It clutches to your hips
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Softly sings to you of fireworks
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And God and art and sex
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And it's strange
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That it feels so right
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When nothing else does
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But all the while he's playing
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There's a humming coming up
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And through the window from outside
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And even he has to admit
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A certain melody in it
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But then, why can't he harmonize?
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It's like the city's got its own song
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But he can't play along
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He sees the notes as they fly by
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But always plays them wrong
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And in the bathroom, it gets blurry
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Gets warm and distorted
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Like light pushed through the orange
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Of the pillbox he poured in his palm
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It falls to the floor
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He smiles as it hits
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Sounds a little like an instrument
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Like a voice in the choir
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That hum and that drumbeat
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Of life as an art-form
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And fire through the streets
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That keep moving us in silence
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To phantom baton sweeps
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Keep tapping to the tempo of our feet
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And all the ones
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Who seem to fit
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The best into the chorus
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Never notice there's a song
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And the ones who seem to hear it
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End up tortured by the chords
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When they fail to find
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A way to sing along
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And when you sing the wrong thing
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It all starts collapsing
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Starts to ring out and feedback
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Starts lapsing and crashing
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On notes that don't clash
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But that never quite feel like they match
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And I never quite feel like mine match
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There's a melody in everything
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I'm trying to find a harmony
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But nothing seems to work
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Nothing seems to fit
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There's a melody in everything
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I'm trying to find a harmony
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But nothing seems to work
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Nothing seems to fit
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There's a melody in everything
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I'm trying to find a harmony
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But nothing seems to work
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Nothing fits
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Name Harder Harmonies
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Wildlife
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