Losing Touch

the killers - losing touch



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console me in my darkest hour

could this be that the truth is always grey

caress me in your velvet chair

conceal me from the ghost you cast away



i'm in no hurry, you go run 

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'll always hear my cries

i wonder what you got conspired

i'm sure it was the consolation prize



i'm in no hurry, you go run 

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 roman 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'm in no hurry, you go run 

and tell your friends i'm losing touch

fill your crown with rumours 

impending doom, it must be true



but you made your way back home

you sold your soul, like a roman vagabond



and all that now 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



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