| You lie in the heat of a summer haze
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| And turn it into a winter’s tale
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| You pull down the blinds and shut out the sky
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| And do what you can to turn the whole thing grey
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| You’re crying and pleading and you’re hell just to be with
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| And you’re everything that I’ll ever need
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| So why do you say you love me when you don’t?
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| You fall back into the English way
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| Of feeling only guilt because you feel no pain
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| You sit and you stare at the empty page
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| And then you fill it with verse and make the whole thing worse
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| You lie and you cheat your own mind to believing
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| That you don’t need anything or anyone
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| So why do you say you love me when you don’t?
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| And why should I feel blue when I do?
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| You lie in the heat of a summer haze
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| And turn it into a winter’s tale
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| You fall back into the English way
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| Of feeling only guilt because you feel no pain
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| You’re crying and pleading and you’re hell just to be with
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| And you’re everything that I’ll ever need
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| So why do you say you love me when you don’t?
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| And why should I feel blue?
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| And who’s gonna love the loveless if not you? |