| I’ve been having wicked thoughts
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| Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel
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| Imagining I stood high on a ledge
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| And fell just out of the reach of you;
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| Just then, we are together alone
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| As I fall, you look up—
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| Looking for all the world like for once
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| It was you, not me, who had been struck
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| Should I love you more than I do?
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| Or pray to love you less?
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| Or learn to live with the little you give
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| Believing it all for the best?
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| Will I ever see your heart
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| Open wide and your eyes shut—
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| Looking for all the world like for once
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| It was you, not me, who had been struck
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| The trees are angry, toss in the wind
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| Devour small planes going by
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| Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves
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| Down around us where we lie;
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| I hear your uneasy breath
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| As you stir but don’t wake up
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| Looking for all the world like for once
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| It was you, not me, who had been struck |