Losing Touch Lyrics - The Killers

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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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