| A room sometimes is a body
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| With the loneliest view
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| And the porch lights grow dim
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| With every on-setting hour
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| Where the stars seem so finite to you
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| But love it ain’t like the chemicals babe
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| 'Cause the chemicals don’t hang around
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| While everybody’s drilling for a fountain of youth
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| Losing years on the way down
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| A melody can be exhausted babe
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| Short of friend and fame
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| 'Cause the birds they don’t sing
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| In the winter short of spring
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| And, even then, they only sing in the day
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| But love, it ain’t like a melody babe
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| 'Cause the birds don’t hang around
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| Well, everybody’s drilling for a fountain of youth
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| But sometimes in these fountains they drown
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| Sometimes in these fountains they drown
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| But I want to love you
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| When the blood of my veins
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| Don’t know how to call out your name
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| Yeah I want to love you
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| When the birds don’t hang around
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| But love it ain’t like the chemicals babe
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| 'Cause the chemicals don’t hang around
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| While everybody’s drilling for a fountain of youth
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| But sometimes in these fountains they drown |