Tell me, what are you focused
upon?
Tell me what I'll know better
when you're gone.
Tell me quick with a glance
on the side.
Shall I hold you close?
Or Shall I let you go by?
Tell me.
Tell me.
Are you looking at me and thinking
of somebody else?
Can you feel the heat and
the beat of my pulse?
Do you have any secrets that
will come out in time?
Do you lie in bed and stare
at the stars?
Is your main friend an acquaintance
of ours?
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me, do those neon lights
blind your eyes?
Tell me, behind what door
your treasure lies.
Ever gone broke in a big way?
Ever gone the opposite of
what the experts say?
Tell me.
Tell me.
Is it some kind of game that
you're playin' with me.
Am I imagining something that
never can be?
Do you have any morals?
Do you have any point of view?
Do you long to ride on that
old ship of Zion?
What means more to you, a
lap dog or a dead lion?
Tell me.
Tell me.
Tell me, is my name in your
book?
Tell me, should I come back
and take another look?
Tell me the truth, tell me
no lies.
Are you someone, anyone?
Tell me.
Tell me.
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