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Starry configurations, am just a receiver |
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Divine recombinations, am just a recordist |
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Receptionist, unhappy medium |
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Receptionist, unhappy medium |
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Excellent accommodations, am just a bellboy |
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Beautiful surroundings, am just some gravel |
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Or peat moss, what have you |
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Or peat moss, what have you now |
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Why must you treat me like you do? |
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Don't you know it's all for you? |
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Dear infatuation, you do not see me |
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Die here beside you in see-through obscurity |
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Governess, fancy-less |
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We'll sound the alarm |
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Drum up some simpleton for you |
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To eat these apples from your eyes |
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Emptiness fills room |
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And your love's bud goes full bloom |
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You don't love me, aren't thinking of me |
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Why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive? |
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Storybook ending, am just a ledger |
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Hardly worth a mention or the paper |
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It's written on and cried upon |
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And kissed once by wax |
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But still you treat me like you do |
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With everything I've done for you |
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Striking like a bird of prey |
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Along your notepad now |
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The only ear that turns your way |
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My dear diary, it's just you and me tonight |
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You don't love me, aren't thinking of me |
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You don't love me, aren't thinking of me tonight |
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Why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive? |
