It’s a game of fastest finger; it’ll be a tug-of-war
If you’re trying to convince me that the ocean is the shore
If the sun shines just to burn us, if skies rain to get us wet
If the stars for constellations just to fall down on our heads
I will not hold out my arms, I will not hold out
I will be your double agent, I will be your UFO
I will hide inside the shadows, only show what you want shown
I will be your television, I will be your mobile phone
You will try hard not to listen when the final whistle blows
And you will not hold out your arms, you will not hold out
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