| Roses in the graveyard
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| Something comes from nothing and
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| Use my body for warmth, for sustenance after I’m gone
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| I woke up still half-drunk
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| You’re sleeping in our day away
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| How dare you sleep our day away, our day away
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| Maybe I’m just loveless (Cold unto the world)
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| Maybe I’m just useless (Hold onto the fire)
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| Maybe I’m not loveless (Searching for another half)
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| Maybe I’m just hopeless enough to feel alone
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| But selfish enough to write this song
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| Paintings in the foyer
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| Nude portraits of two lovers intertwined
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| Will that last long after we’re dust? |
| After we die?
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| These questions unanswered
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| I woke up and you were gone
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| Left a note, it said:
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| «There's someone else, from Caroline, P. S. I lied»
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| Maybe I’m just loveless (Cold unto the world)
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| Maybe I’m just useless (Hold onto the fire)
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| Maybe I’m not loveless (Searching for another half)
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| Maybe I’m just hopeless enough to feel alone
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| But selfish enough to write this song
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| Just leave me alone forever, now
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| Die right in my bed
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| A cigarette by my side
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| Still drunk on wine and 45s
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| And I’m pushing up daisies
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| And fortunately, when I’m done
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| You’ll have a garden to call your own
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| A bouquet from me as I watch you leave
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| Maybe I’m just loveless (Cold unto the world)
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| Maybe I’m just useless (Hold onto the fire)
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| Maybe I’m not loveless (Searching for another half)
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| Maybe I’m just hopeless enough to feel alone
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| But selfish enough to write this song |