| Oh, what a life for a lover
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| I was underneath it all as you stumbled
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| Tell me, where did you go?
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| And, oh, what an end to your summer
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| I was bandaging your bones
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| I carried on
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| Although I know you won’t
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| And, oh, you speak your words but you stutter
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| I find the cure in my heart — it’s stone — and in bathroom stalls
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| I figured you’d know
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| I was hiding, where were you?
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| Had something to lose
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| I was hiding, where were you?
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| Had nothing better to do
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| And, oh, how you love one another
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| Wishing for some kind of hope, is that what you want?
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| You always seem to know
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| And, oh, what’s it like to be under?
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| Yeah, I saw your face fold as you got to close
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| Slipping out of your clothes
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| I could never bare the thought
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| Spent all year on my bedroom floor
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| I’ve been walking someone to my car door
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| And, oh
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| And, oh, I loved you most in the summer
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| Now your body has been put to shame
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| That innocent face has gone to waste |