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I used to be lunatic |
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From the gracious days |
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I used to be woebegone |
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And so restless nights |
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My aching heart would bleed |
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For you to see |
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Oh but now ... |
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(I don't catch myself |
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Bouncing home whistling |
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Buttonhole tunes to make me cry) |
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No more "I love you's" |
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Language is leaving me |
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No more "I love you's" |
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Language is leaving me exiled |
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No more "I love you's" |
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Changes are shifting me outside the words |
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(The lover speaks about the monsters) |
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I used to have demons |
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In my room at night |
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Desire, despair, desire |
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So many monsters |
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Oh but now ... |
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(I don't catch myself |
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Bouncing home whistling |
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Buttonhole tunes to make me cry) |
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No more "I love you's" |
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Language is leaving me |
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No more "I love you's" |
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Language is leaving me exiled |
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No more "I love you's" |
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Changes are shifting me outside the word |
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No more "I love you's" |
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Language is leaving me |
