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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLosing Touch
Console me in my darkest hourConvince me that the truth is always greyCaress me in your velvet chairConceal me from the ghost you cast awayI ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friendsI'm losing touchFill their heads with rumors of impending doomIt must be trueConsole me in my darkest hourAnd tell me that you always hear my criesI wonder what you've got conspiredI'm sure it dons a consolation prizeI ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friendsI'm losing touchFill the night with stories, the legend growsOf how you got lost, but you made your way back homeYou sold your soul like a Roman Vagabond, yeahI heard you found a wishing wellIn the cityConsole me in my darkest hourAnd you throw me downI ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friendsI'm losing touchFill your crown with rumorsImpending doomIt must be trueBut you made your way back homeYou sold your soul, like a Roman VagabondAnd about how you got lost, but you made your way back homeYou went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and goneI'm losing touch
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