It\'s so strange he doesn\'t show me more affection than he needs
Almost formal, too respectful, never takes romantic leads
There are times when I imagine I\'m not always on his mind
He\'s not thinking what I\'m thinking, always half a beat behind
Always half a beat behind
I\'m in every kind of trouble, can\'t you tell, just look at me
Half ecstatic, half dejected, all in all I\'m all at sea
Easy turns I thought I wanted, fill me now with chilling dread
You can never know the chaos, of a life turned on it\'s head
Of a life turned on it\'s head
Take a little time to panic, shake off your complacent state
I know all I ever wished to, of a life destroyed by fate
It\'s so strange you never notice anything but where you are
Step outside your gleaming prison, or is that a step too far
Or is that a step too far
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