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A dove is a glove |
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That i wear in my heart |
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And though i like to dress smart |
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It doesn't have any part of the world of fashion |
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And you're there to put me down |
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And i'm sick off the frowns that follow me around |
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I would like the sky but there's no reason why |
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She'd say to this world with the nose of a girl |
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Turned up so loud that it rings sings the cloud |
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I've never been here and though you're physically here |
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You're pushing me away to decay like the day that i loved |
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There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window |
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What do i have to show |
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To a world that the only way to destroy |
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Is to die like a baby boy |
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I could be happy in infinity |
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Of the space of my eyelid |
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But i know i'm somewhere else |
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Where the words on this page |
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Are better than the scribling nonsense they are, |
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And it would be real, |
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And i eat my last meal |
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Wish that i could feel |
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But now i don't even know if i'm real |
