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Console me in my darkest hour
Convince me that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
I ain ' in no hurry, you go on
And tell your friends I 'm losing touch
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
It must be true
Console me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you always hear my cries
I wonder what you got conspired
I 'm sure it was the consolation prize
I ain ' in no hurry, you go on
And tell your friends I 'm losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Of how you got lost
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a roamin ' vagabond, yeah
I heard you found a wishing well
In the city
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
And you throw me down
I ain ' in no hurry, you go on
And tell your friends I 'm losing touch
Fill your crowd with rumours
Impending doom, it must be true
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a roamin ' vagabond
And about how you got lost,
but you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul,
an allegiance dead and gone
I 'm losing touch