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One, two, three, ya |
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Playing dead on the unmade bed |
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With the book unread and the New York Times |
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Undone in my head over those words |
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I said to that love of mine |
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That love of mine |
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Of mine |
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So many blessings, so little time |
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It's easier I find to dwell on the lows |
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But not her, she's a child of the sun |
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She sees everyone through a veil of rose |
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That love of mine |
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Of mine |
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And in the mirror of her eyes |
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I've seen my lies and they scare me half |
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To death with their troubles so deep |
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I start to weep at the end of a laugh |
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That love of mine |
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Of mine |
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Oh yes, love, the pleasure and the pain |
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A blessing and a bane blah, blah, and all that |
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I need this like a hole in my brain |
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Like a downtown train needs an uptown track |
