| Lately I’ve been wishing I had one desire
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| Something that would make me never want another
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| Something that would make it so that nothing mattered
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| All would be clear then
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| But I guess I’ll have to settle for a few brief moments
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| And watch it all dissolve into a single second
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| And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
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| Or one foolish line
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| Cause that’s all that you’ll get so you’ll have to accept
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| You are here then you’re gone
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| But I believe that lovers should be tied together
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| Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
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| And left there to drown
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| Left there to drown in their innocence
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| But as for me I’m coming to the final chapter
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| I read all of the pages and there is still no answer
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| Only all that was before I know must soon come after
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| That is the only way it can be
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| So I stand in the sun
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| And I breathe with my lungs
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| I’m trying to spare me the weight of the truth
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| Saying everything you’ve ever seen was just a mirror
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| Spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
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| And now you’re laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
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| Wishing you were a ghost
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| But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover
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| Danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
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| Autumn came, she disappeared
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| You can’t remember where she said she was going to
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| But you know that she’s gone cause she left you a song
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| That you don’t want to sing
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| Singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
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| Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
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| And left there to burn
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| Left there to burn in their arrogance
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| But as for me I’m coming to my final failure
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| Killed myself with changes trying to make things better
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| Ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be
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| Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
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| And laid entwined together on a bed of clover
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| And left there to sleep
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| Left there to dream of their happiness |