| I wish that I was beautiful for you
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| I wish that I inspired tiny fireworks inside the way you do So delicately made
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| A prayer left unprayed
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| Before the morning sky fades
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| Up to blue
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| And I wish that I was beautiful for you
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| I wish that somehow I could find a pill
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| For a quick fix modern tonic that would change me with one swallow I would kill
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| Watch folks line up to pay
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| Stare at me all day
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| But I’d turn them all away
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| If that be thy will
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| One tiny little innocuous pill
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| But a wish is just a pin
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| In a swimming pool of needles
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| If for one night you need the room
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| I wish to be your tomb
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| You can lie in me Is it possible I’ve other things you need
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| But to be worthy of a single page out of one of those magazines you read
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| As glossy as a mirror
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| But mirrors never lie
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| They’re difficult on the eye
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| It’s true
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| And I wish that I was beautiful for you
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| I dreamed that we were travelling on a bus
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| Speeding along an unnamed plain towards somewhere and nowhere there was us Our hands lay useless in our laps
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| Like beetles on their backs
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| We came to a stretch of road where a fire
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| Had burned the edges all along it looked as though the highway wore eyeliner
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| You kissed me by surprise
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| When I opened my eyes
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| You’d turned into some old guy
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| I screamed
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| But don’t forget of all these things I’ve only dreamed
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| If for one night you need the room
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| I will be your tomb
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| You can lie in me |