The Killers "Losing Touch" letra

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Losing Touch

You console me in my darkest hourConvince me that the truth is always greyCaress me in your velvet chairConceal me from the ghost you cast away

I'm in no hurry, you go runAnd tell your friends I'm losing touchFill their heads with rumours of impending doomIt must be true

You console me in my darkest hourand tell me that you always hear my criesI wonder what you got conspiredI'm sure it was the consolation prize

I'm in no hurry, you go runAnd tell your friends I'm losing touchFill the night with stories, the legend growsOf how you got lostBut you made your way back homeYou sold your soul, like a roamin' vagabond, yeah

I heard you found a wishing wellIn the cityConsole me in my darkest hourAnd you throw me down

I'm in no hurry, you go runAnd tell your friends I'm losing touchFill your crown with rumoursImpending doom, it must be true

But you made your way back homeYou sold your soul, like a roamin' vagabond

And 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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