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I'm not such a good lover |
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I'm a better talker |
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So when you touch me there |
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I'm scared that you'll see |
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Not the way that I don't love you |
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But the way that I don't love myself |
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And there are things these days |
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That can help you through a phase |
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Like food & health & fear |
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I prefer the beer |
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Not the way that I don't love you |
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But the way that I hate myself |
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Oh when the cityscape is born |
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From the ocean floor |
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It speaks its native tongue |
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Physical, subliminal |
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Not the way that it left you cold |
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But the way that you left yourself |
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When the Moon falls from the Earth |
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When the Sun, it fills its girth |
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And I know we'll go howl at the night |
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But still the sun will not hide our fight |
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Oh, I laugh a lot |
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But that's just a plot |
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I found a way to make the night stay |
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Not the way that I don't love you |
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But the way that I hate myself |
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It was Oprah |
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On the TV show |
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She told me so |
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It was Oprah |
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On the TV show |
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She told me so |
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Ah, it was Oprah |
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On the TV show |
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She told me so |
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Not the way that I don't love you |
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But the way that I love myself |
