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Your eyes are greener than ever |
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But you are as empty as the bottle of wine you've already out |
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Your bed is where you take cover |
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And you want to wash your clothes |
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'Cause they're so full of smoke |
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And perfume |
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And scents of your girlfriend |
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But now as I watch you parade |
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I wish you would only once look my way |
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Oh, gravity |
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Come on, make me heavy |
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So I won't sing any more |
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Don't let me sing |
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Any more |
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You play your character thoroughly |
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But you are so empty that it's easy to see right through you |
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You talk so sincerely |
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But I know your sentences |
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Are beautiful, true |
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But unmistakably fairy tales |
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But now as I try to be strong |
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I find myself writing to you a song |
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Oh, gravity |
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Come on, make me heavy |
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So I won't sing any more |
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Don't let me sing |
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Any more |
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Oh, gravity |
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Come on, make me heavy |
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So I won't sing any more |
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Don't let me sing |
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Any more |
