| Come down from your mountain
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| I miss your holy shouting
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| These days I can’t make you make a sound
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| Take me to the times when
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| We’d look up to the skies
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| And climb up there and draw the thunder down
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| Now I’m forcing myself into
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| What you’ve already been through
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| But darling I can’t help the way I feel
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| And you need something stronger
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| A drug to kill the hunger
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| And ease the awful pain of living here
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| And I’m the kind of love it hurts to look at
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| And maybe we should take it as a sign
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| When I’m strung out on leaving
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| Exalting all my demons
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| And you don’t care for me enough to cry
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| I dreamt I’d take you with me
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| And you’d say you forgive me
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| And we’d live out some easy, ancient song
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| Now we’re out here unattended
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| In splendid love’s remembrance
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| You lost the mind to even do me wrong
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| And I’m the kind of love it hurts to look at
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| But once I was enough to make you try
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| Now I’m underneath the rubble
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| Trying not to feel the trouble
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| And you don’t care for me enough to cry
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| So here’s hoping I can change tomorrow
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| You wanted hard as nails cut and dry
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| But I beg, steal, and borrow
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| I’m so damn good at sorrow
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| And you don’t care for me enough to cry |