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Lately I've been wishing I had one desire |
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Something that would make me never want another |
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Something that would make it so that nothing matters |
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All would be clear then |
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But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments |
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And watch it all dissolve into a single second |
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And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet |
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Or one foolish line |
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'Cause that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept |
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You are here and then you're gone |
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But I believe that lovers should be tied together and |
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Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather |
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And left there to drown |
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Left there to drown in their innocence |
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But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter |
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I read all of the pages and there is still no answer |
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Only all that was before I know must soon come after |
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It's the only way it can be |
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So I stand in the sun, and I breathe with my lungs |
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Trying to spare me the weight of the truth |
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Saying everything you have ever seen was just a mirror |
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And you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever |
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And laying in a bathtub full of freezing water |
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Wishing you were a ghost |
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But once you knew a girl and you named her lover |
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And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer |
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But autumn came, she disappeared |
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You can't remember where she said she was going to |
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But you know that she is gone 'cause she left you a song |
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That you don't want to sing |
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Singing I believe that lovers should be chained together |
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And thrown into a fire with their songs and letters |
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And left there to burn |
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Left there to burn in their arrogance |
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But as for me I'm coming to my final failure |
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I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better |
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Ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be |
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Alright |
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Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers |
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And layed entwined together on a bed of clover |
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And left there to sleep |
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Left there to dream of their happiness |
