Losing Touch

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Console me in my darkest hour
 Dm
Convince that the truth is always gray
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Caress me in your velvet chair
 Dm
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away

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I'm in no hurry, you go run
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And tell your friends I'm losing touch
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Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
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It must be true

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Console me in my darkest hour
 Dm
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
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I wonder what you got conspired
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I'm sure it was the consolation prize

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I'm in no hurry, you go run
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And tell your friends I'm losing touch
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Fill the night with stories, the legend grows

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Of how you got lost
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But you made your way back home
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You sold your soul, like a roman vagabond

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I heard you found a wishing well
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In the city
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Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
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And you throw me down

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I'm in no hurry, you go run
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And tell your friends I'm losing touch
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Fill your crown with rumors
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Impending doom, it must be true

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   But you made your way back home
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You sold your soul, like a roman vagabond
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And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
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You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
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I'm losing touch