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[ti:Ghosts Can't Love (Part I)] |
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[ar:Hotel Books] |
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What's the point? |
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Can your so called honesty predict revelations? |
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This trigonometry repeals all my innovation. |
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The angles set had no equation. |
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A triangle makes sense, but our parallel lines never intersected. |
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Our love was a geometric oddity at best, |
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Something we would hate to love, |
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But yearn to detest. |
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I hoped it wouldn't last, but I never wanted it to end. |
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Hopefulness came in a pretty package, |
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And, oh my God, I wanted to open it. |
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You were like a letter sent to me from the world |
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And one of these days, I'm going to see what it holds |
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I can just imagine the stress being torn open with that envelope. |
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But if you can hear me, next time send a postcard, |
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Something that doesn't need to be concealed, |
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So I can see your words for face value, |
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Scribbled out on the back of a place I wish I was, with you. |
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This hopefulness was still in the cards, |
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And I fought the fact that it was going to be hard, |
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But I never was superstitious enough to believe in fate anyway. |
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Or luck, for that matter. |
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Or hope, I suppose. |
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Disappointment has become a revolving door. |
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You never ripped out my heart, but you ripped out my core. |
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I remember that night, that minute, |
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You said, "No one you can ever replace you." |
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Well darling, somebody is bound to. |
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And when you walked away, I found a different suitor to take your place. |
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Her name is loneliness and she kept me comfortable. |
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She sometimes speaks, but she is not very audible. |
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Her voice sounds like a window cill cracking, |
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Sometimes a door blowing open, dancing in the breeze, |
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As I'm falling on my knees, broken |
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But when she usually speaks |
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She comes as a ghost putting coals on my back as I sleep |
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Burning holes in my flesh as I try to dream, |
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Warming up my spine and making me afraid of the heat. |
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And that's a ghost I want to be |
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I was dead set on a dead bet that put all hope to bed |
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Revenge, or just to avenge the red half-baked love that burnt at both ends |
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Pretend? No, but still not real |
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If love exists, then I guess it doesn't know how to feel |
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How can I show love to her, |
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When I can't feel it |
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How am I supposed to show love to the world |
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When I don't believe in it? |
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I don't know what love looks like |
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As I close my eyes every night, |
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I'm ready to breathe, I'm ready to believe, |
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And I'm ready to be alive, |
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Just show me what love looks like, |
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Just show me what love looks like, |
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Because you are love and I'm alive. |