| So this is where she stands at night
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| On this cold avenue of lights
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| The reds and greens but mostly reds
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| For you he’s stopping
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| In seeing him she knows him less
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| His stick is wet she’s half undressed
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| And all in all they’re both obsessed
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| With so much nothing
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| I know it’s hard for you to see
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| What lies behind’s a mystery
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| If words could speak they’d mean even less
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| When the king is half undressed
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| She dots her eyes with a smiley face
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| A work of art in all but taste
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| The fool deserves the bed he’s made
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| Where idiots slumber
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| Divine she is to aire his fate
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| A crack of smile
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| Through all this hate
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| Means nothing more in this nervous state
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| Of so much nothing
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| I know it’s hard for you to see
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| The truth behind is misery
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| If words could speak they’d mean even less
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| When the king is half undressed
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| Blue Autumns
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| Sunshine Kisses
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| Hearts and Flowers
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| Broken Wishes
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| I know it’s hard for you to see
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| The truth behind is misery
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| If words could speak they’d mean even less
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| When the king is half undressed
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| I know it’s hard for you to see
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| The truth behind is misery
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| If words could speak they’d mean even less
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| When the king is half undressed |