| Hate me
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| If you want to
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| And just love me if it’s me
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| You need to run to
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| Feed me
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| With your fingers
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| At the places where we used to be to linger
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| In oblivion
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| What
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| Has arisen
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| Is it smatterings
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| But splatterings of wisdom
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| And tell me
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| Bout your lovers
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| And your loneliness
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| That’s killing you
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| When other ones have let you down
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| Thought of you again
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| The time, when you where a friend
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| A friend of mine
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| Waiting for your call
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| What’s next
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| Heading for a fall
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| Again
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| Chew me
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| You don’t swallow
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| Where you spit me out
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| And leave me kind of hollow
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| Inhale me
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| Breathing softly
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| And the cough again and laugh again
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| And slowly I will fade away
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| Still, I ain’t falling
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| Imagining your voice
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| When you are calling
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| Touch me, like a virgin
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| Being sexual and sensual and urgently in need of…
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| Thought of you again
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| The time, when you where a friend
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| A friend of mine
|
| Waiting for your call
|
| What’s next
|
| Heading for a fall
|
| Again
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| Thought of you again
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| The time, when you where a friend
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| A friend of mine
|
| Waiting for your call
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| What’s next
|
| Heading for a fall
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| Again |