| I can always pick up books in the search of what I need
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| But that doesn’t help me any if you’re impossible to read,
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| So if you love me, if you love me, come clean
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| These monsters in my closet are watching over me
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| The days are getting shorter and at night, it’s hard to sleep
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| The combination of all of this is the death of everything
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| So if you love me, if you love me, hurry
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| Because I don’t think that wasting a second of this time
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| Would benefit the outcome of the life I had in mind
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| I’ll refer to you as my special love, the one that set me free
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| So if you love me, if you love me, come clean
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| Waiting around until things grow old
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| I’m feeling lost in towns that were my home
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| And if everything was easier before
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| Then we’ll go back to who we were
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| So I’m picking up a book in the search of what I need
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| From religion to fiction, being lost about at sea
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| And all I can imagine is being brushed against your cheek
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| So if you love me, if you love me, come clean |