You do your disappearing act
You do your disappearing act

Silence
I know I could get used to this
Cunning
Your scent is something I′m not going to miss
Exile
It's a small price to pay for bliss
Alone
Like a painter′s dog without a bone
When there's only one thing you need to own
And that is hunger
Hunger itself

I know we'll pick and wrench
Your night just ripped and it is torn to shreds
From all the lovers taken to your beds
They′re empty now
And you think that you can love
And you think that you can love
And you think that you can love
Someone into home

You do your disappearing act
You do your disappearing act

Jealousy
It′s not what it's cracked up to be
Envy
Gets you where you need to be
Alone
Rather the river than your stepping stones
Leave the graveyard before you turn to bones
I′m tragic, you're comedy
Oh, baby doll
The dogs are barking, they need to be fed
All of the lepers your let in your head
Is it empty now
′Cause you think you can love
And you think that you can love
And you think that you can love
Someone into home

You do your disappearing act
You do your disappearing act

Writer(s): Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson
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