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A few years, that’s all it took
To lose all sense of direction

A small god, like a balinese child
And your sense of entitlement was electric

Now the moon is up and your worn down
From dissecting, directing and defining your life

So you get up, to go out, to give in, to your doubts
With your white man moaning barely locked up inside
And the caveman and the caved man finally found a way to steer
And there she was, jumping, in a puddle of our dreams

She took you in and you tried your best
To ignore the dog scratching the door

But the moon is up and you’re worn out
So you get up, to go out, to give in, to your doubts

‘Cause you have pedestals to build, and you have holes to fill
Still you’re hiding from your lows, afraid of heights, you’ll never know
That she rewrote her nightmare and you can’t even remember your own dreams
You just wake up, longing, for a love you could lose

‘Cause you’re nothing, You’re nothing without a woman’s touch
You’re nothing, You’re nothing without her foot in the door

And I meant nothing, I meant nothing with the words I said
But I meant everything, I meant everything with the love I gave

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