| May be that it would do me good
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| If I believed there were a god
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| Out in the starry firmament
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| As it is that’s just a lie
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| And I’m here eating up the boredom
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| On an island of cement
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| Give me your ecstasy I’ll feel it
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| Open window and I’ll steal it
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| Baby like it’s heaven sent
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| This ain’t no love that’s guiding me
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| Some days I’m bursting at the seams
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| With all my half remembered dreams
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| And then it shoots me down again
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| I feel the dampness as it creeps
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| I hear you coughing in your sleep
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| Beneath a broken window pane
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| Tomorrow girl I’ll buy you chips
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| A lollipop to stain your lips
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| And it’ll all be right as rain
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| This ain’t no love that’s guiding me
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| This ain’t no love that’s guiding me
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| No it ain’t no love guiding me
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| No it ain’t no love guiding me
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| No it ain’t no love guiding me
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| This ain’t no love that’s guiding me
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| This ain’t no love that’s guiding me
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| On winter trees the fruit of rain
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| Is hanging trembling in the branches
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| Like a thousand diamond buds
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| Waiting there in every pause
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| That old familiar fear that claws you
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| Tells you nothing ain’t no good
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| Pulling back you see it all
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| Down here so laughable and small
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| Hardly a quiver in the dirt
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| This ain’t no love that’s guiding me |