| Well I love no one and I don’t care who knows
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| Don’t care if you’re far away
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| Don’t give a damn if you’re close
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| I’m the vacant distraction of a broken old man
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| I lack shape or color
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| Not even gray or even tan
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| I’d hate all I see but it makes me too tired
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| I’m much more at home when left uninspired
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| So damn me to hell and resist if you must
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| But lower your eyes once and I’ll emerge from the dust
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| For I am nothing
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| Yes, I am nothing
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| Yes, I am nothing
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| And I love no one
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| Well I love everyone, I am filled with delight
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| I understand all your feelings, I don’t see from wrong or right
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| I’m the look in your eyes when you’re telling the truth
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| I’m the wisdom of age and the beauty of youth
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| I am shape, substance, color, darkest black, palest white
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| Speckled gold ringing mirror, sharp soft and bright
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| I’m rage, passion, laughter and the need to know why
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| Come sample all my riches I’m the pure stimuli
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| For I am everything
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| Yes, I am everything
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| Yes, I am everything
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| And I love everyone
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| Well, I only love someone, I am just a person
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| My father loved my mother and I am her son
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| The preceding verses are the halves of my soul
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| I’m just the battlefield and that is my role
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| There’s a tug of war between what I can and can’t feel
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| The inevitable compromise determines the real
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| The equation, the reason for my being here
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| The struggle resulting in my invention of the tear
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| For I’m only something
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| Yes, I’m only something
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| Yes, I’m only something
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| And I can only love someone
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| And it’s the best I can do
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| It’s the very best I can do
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| You’re probably someone too
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| So perhaps I love you
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| Perhaps you’ll love me too
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| Perhaps you’ll love me too
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| Perhaps you’ll love me too |