| I’m envious of sheets that wrap around you
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| And my hopelessness in how I feel about you
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| Is it dangerous to love you like I love you
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| I just don’t know
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| I just don’t know how to love you less
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| I was in Detroit and on the phone
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| As I stood by the ice machine
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| We lost the connection
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| And the dread began to ripple through me
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| Oh all the back and forth
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| The oscillation, isolation all we know
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| I’ll cling to free association
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| Walk through buried cities below
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| I’m envious of sheets that wrap around you
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| And my hopelessness in how I feel about you
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| Is it dangerous to love you like I love you
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| I just don’t know
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| I just don’t know how to love you less
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| I can see your face it’s like a mirror
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| Vacant or occupied
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| This terrible Red Roof that I am in
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| So I won’t see you for a while
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| I want to feel you breathe heavily on me
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| Want to take for granted all I need
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| And just sit with you silently |