| Haunting the romantics and tainting our time. |
| From where’d they come?
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| Why do we have fixed ideas of love eh? |
| On your eyes they whisper,
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| telling what to see
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| Telling you know me
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| But is it me you say you see now?
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| Can you really live with none, and see without expectation?
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| Would it be any fun, love without expectation?
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| Can you really see me? |
| Do you even want to?
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| Illusions they are lovely, being in control, hearing what you want reading into
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| people what you want to
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| Your mind speaks in whispers, always filtering. |
| But where are you? |
| You know?
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| and are you sure you think you know? |
| Can there be life with none,
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| pervasive expectations?
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| But if you’re happy it’s not always from satisfying expectations
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| And like ghosts they wait living in my shadows, they’re definitely all me.
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| No I can’t see them, I can only meet them when I wake to the feel
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| Like killing your lover. |
| and feeding all the illusions instead
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| And just ignoring the others because i don’t want that piece to be dead
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| But I know cold is the breathing of the ghost with the golden blood veins
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| A creeping numbness is killing like a frost on a December day
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| Cool my feet but I won’t run, cause I can’t cheat expectation. |
| Can there be
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| life with none, pervasive expectations?
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| Would it be any fun love without expectations?
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| They scarred my thoughts to cover lies, grey as the color of my eyes
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| And like ghosts who haunt, come out of the shadows, they are definitely all me
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| I invite them in and prepare some coffee and I ask them from where they come
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| Now here they appear and now here they are absent, my definite family
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| Spin around my head and abduct my mind, but they’re definitely all me |