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Alas, our love is gone |
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At least I don't where it is |
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I know I lost it in my song once |
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But I thought I found it in your kiss |
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So I went and had my skull cleaned |
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They gave me a suitcase for my rage |
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And a balloon to hold my steam |
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And a tightrope to embrace |
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Now I know how to live alone |
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In a crowd or in your arms |
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But I don't know how to be alive |
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In the mirror or at your side |
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"It's not so easy," said the rain |
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"You want the wound but not the pain |
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To be forgiven but not betrayed |
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To stand naked and unashamed |
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It's not so easy," said the rain |
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Give me your tongue |
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Don't say a word |
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Give me your hunger and your pride |
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I'll give you the song, the mockingbird |
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I'll give you the color of the sky |
