| Once I borrowed the canvas to my lover’s heart
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| But the stone was too full, and that envelope had a letter
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| In that scarcely room
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| Back in silence is when it all began falling apart
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| I was always a clumsy speaker, and we couldn’t find one another
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| In that scarcely room
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| Mark my words, I say I’m guilty of no poetry
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| I was working, I confess, I see the courage in her eyes
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| In that scarcely room
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| There were words of disagreement
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| But we talked to find the answers, in a mutual disposition
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| In that scarcely room
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself, self
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself, self
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| Shout at me and mirror traits of insecurity
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| See the man had stole her fire, so was her who put the flame out
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| In that scarcely room
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| Courted dress for the occasion, yet not filled with glee
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| His hands reaching for the curtain, she was quick to put the light out
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| In that scarcely room
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself, self
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself, self
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself
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| How can I find a reason to love you, when I don’t love myself, self |