| She loves him
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| But she doesn’t want him
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| She used to burn for him
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| But now that’s changed
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| She knows he knows
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| And she says it isn’t so
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| What else can she say?
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| But when he reaches out
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| She turns away
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| When he talks about it
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| She says he’s cruel
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| So he apologises
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| Counts his blessings
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| What else can he do?
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| She used to gaze at him reach out with her toes to touch him
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| She still loves him
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| But she doesn’t want him
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| And in her eyes, he’s so much less
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| Than the light heart she met
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| The laughing boy she used to know
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| He feels ugly now, and the ugliness, creeps around inside him
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| Until he really is
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| The animal paws at him, gnaws at him
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| The silver-back wins over him
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| And in his pain, and bitter shame, he resents her
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| The one who loves him
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| They said they’d never lie
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| They’d learned their lessons from the last times
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| They said that they could talk
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| They could always talk
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| Deceit stirs in them now for reasons good as well as bad
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| But he wants so much
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| Not to live another lie
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| To be free and high again
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| Trying to see the blue sky above the rain
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| Trying to see the blue sky above the rain
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| Remembering the blue sky above the pouring rain
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| He’s trying to see the blue sky above the rain
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| He’s flown there and he’s seen it
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| Been up there lighter than air, floating in the miracle
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| But he can’t fly until she wants him
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| He can’t burn until she sparks him
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| He’s dressed in lead from toe to head
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| Trying to see the blue sky above the rain
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| Remembering the blue sky above the rain
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| Maybe they’ll talk
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| Soul to soul head to head heart to heart eye to eye
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| Rise up to that blue space above the clouds
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| Where troubles die
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| And tears dry
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| Heading West and climbing
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| In that place the sun never stops shining
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| The rain’s below us |