| Getting high every night
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| Until I couldn’t see the sunshine in the light
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| Start again, draw some fire
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| Defy the built in obsolescence and soft desire
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| When love’s the only thing it hurts to lose
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| In the evening of her day
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| Ophelia comes to court me
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| Not that I could stay away
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| Her kisses seem to haunt me
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| It’s an accident of birth
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| That had me born a loser
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| Hanging like a bird of prey
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| But fated not to capture
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| Her tender touch
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| Sleepless nights, I walk the streets
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| It was kind of like a movie but not as deep
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| What might’ve been and what will be
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| Embraced each other in conspiracy
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| The night drum always plays a requiem
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| In the evening of her day
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| Ophelia comes to court me
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| Not that I could stay away
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| Her kisses seem to haunt me
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| It’s an accident of birth
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| That had me born a loser
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| Hanging like a bird of prey
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| That never seems to capture
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| Her tender touch
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| I fell so high from the ferris wheel
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| And all the fairground lights
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| Were flickering sweet delights
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| So, so, tell me why is it that I feel
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| I tripped, stumbled, slipped and fell?
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| Left drowning in the wishing well
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| In the evening of her day
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| Ophelia came to court me
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| Not that I could stay away
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| Her kisses seem to haunt me
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| It’s an accident of birth
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| That had me born a loser
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| Hanging like a bird of prey
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| But fated not to capture
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| Her tender touch (that I need so much) |