| I’ll be the fruit, you be the vine
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| Just chase these demons into swine
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| As broken hearts design our broken bones
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| It’s not like me to be unkind
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| Just no surprise if love is blind
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| Still, it’s nobody’s problem
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| Nobody’s problem
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| It’s nobody’s problem but my own
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| I’d gladly clap my hands and sing
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| Of heartbreak’s bold, poetic sting
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| Though hope’s a thing so easily
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| Outgrown
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| Don’t waste the joy she tries to bring
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| On jesters more, much less on kings
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| Still, it’s nobody’s problem
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| Nobody’s problem
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| It’s nobody’s problem but my own
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| If time could wipe away the stain
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| I’d shuffle off these mortal chains
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| They saved me pain
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| But sent me on my own
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| To live is death, to love is pain
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| Resolved as thus: a losing game
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| Still, it’s nobody’s problem
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| It’s nobody’s problem, nobody’s problem
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| It’s nobody’s problem but my own |