The Killers - Losing Touch Lyrics

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Console me in my darkest hour

Convince me that the truth is always gray

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 rumors

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've got conspired

I'm sure it dons the constellation prize

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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 rumors

Impending doom it must be true

But you made your way back home

You sold your soul like a Roman 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

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