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With every sun that sets I am feeling more
Like a stranger on a foreign shore
With an eroding beach disappearing from under me

And when my mirror speaks, it never minces words
'cause these eyes don't shine half as bright
As they used to do and they haven't for quite a while

'cause I'm a man who hides from all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside my head
With nothing on either end

I always fall in love with an open door
With the horizon on an endless sea
As I look around the ones who were
standing right in front of me

And then my mirror speaks with irreverence
Like a soldier I can't command
It sees a frightened child in the body of a full-grown man

And he's a man who hides from all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside his head
With nothing on either end
there's nothing on the end

A new position for a different view
And nothing changes but the slightest hues
And I am standing, face to face

With a man who hides from all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside his head
With nothing on either end

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I'm a man who hides from all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside my head
With nothing on either end
There's nothing on the ends
No there's nothing on the ends
With every sun that sets I am feeling more   Like a stranger on a foreign shore   With an eroding beach disappearing from under me      And when my mirror speaks, it never minces words   'cause these eyes don't shine half as bright   As they used to do and they haven't for quite a while      'cause I'm a man who hides from all that binds   In a mess of fading lines   And there's a tangled thread inside my head   With nothing on either end      I always fall in love with an open door   With the horizon on an endless sea   As I look around the ones who were   standing right in front of me      And then my mirror speaks with irreverence   Like a soldier I can't command   It sees a frightened child in the body of a full-grown man      And he's a man who hides from all that binds   In a mess of fading lines   And there's a tangled thread inside his head   With nothing on either end   there's nothing on the end      A new position for a different view   And nothing changes but the slightest hues   And I am standing, face to face      With a man who hides from all that binds   In a mess of fading lines   And there's a tangled thread inside his head   With nothing on either end      [2X]   I'm a man who hides from all that binds   In a mess of fading lines   And there's a tangled thread inside my head   With nothing on either end   There's nothing on the ends   No there's nothing on the ends