Distilling my spirit, 100-proof;
One grain, one drop at a time.
Eyes glazed and half shut;
Sweat and tears turn to salt and lime...

If out of sight is out of mind,
Then I'm right where I should be.
I'm running on fumes, I'm running on pride;
Right now I think I'll run and hide...

So carry on, my friends.
I'll make my peace, I'll make amends...
Carry on, my friends,
I'll turn my back, I'll just pretend that...

Out of sight is out of mind,
And I'm right where I should be.
I'm running on fumes, I'm running on pride;
Right now I think I'll run and hide...

Consider this muse.
Consider this the melody of you.
Consider, for the moment,
That loneliness is all I have left of you...

Da-na-naa (baaa-baaa-baaa-baaa)
Da-na-naa (baaa-baaa-baaa-baaa)
Da-na-naa (baaa-baaa-baaa-baaa)
Da-na-naa (baaa-baaa-baaa-baaa)
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If out of sight is out of mind,
Then I'm right where I should be.
I'm running on fumes, I'm running on pride;
Right now I think I'll run and hide...

Consider this muse.
Consider this the melody of you.
Consider, for the moment,
That loneliness is all I have left of you...
Consider this muse.
Consider this the melody of you.
Consider, for the moment,
That loneliness is all I have left of you...