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My love is selfish |
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And I bet that yours is too |
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What is this peculiar thing called truth |
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My love is selfish |
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And it cares not who it hurts |
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It will cut you out to satisfy its thirst |
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For the meaning of a ritual so habitualand cursed |
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My love is selfish |
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How it separates the earth |
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It takes every shiny stone but leaves the dirt |
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For the cowards in the corner who just don't know what they are worth |
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They have been twisted by a hollow kind of pain |
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I can see it in their eyes but |
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I ignore it everyday |
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Because my love is selfish |
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And it remembers everything |
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Like the first time it was moved enough to sing |
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How it dangled on that stage just like a puppet on a string |
