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You're an empty promise, you're an easy chair |
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You're the Gods forces struck down somewhere |
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You're a secret noticed, you're a mystery sky |
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You're a wish floated up to the night |
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Medellia of my eyes, you're the emptiness of I |
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You're the reason that I write |
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And if you say you will, I will love you still |
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And if I could, I'd throw away this world |
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I'd dress you all in pearls |
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I'd give you what you wanted |
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You're all I notice in a crowded room |
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You're vacant motives unmoved, revealed |
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Medellia of my eyes, you're the emptiness of I |
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You're the reason that I drive |
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And if you say you will, I will love you still |
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And if I just could be anything for you |
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Just anyone at all |
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Anything that mattered, washed out |
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You're the silly reasons in a goldfish laugh |
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You're the ageless season at rest at last |
