| Love
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| I’m aching to believe
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| Give me something real enough
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| Give me somewhere to fall from
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| Cause in the dark
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| I can’t find my feet
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| Built my world on promises
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| Colorless and cold
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| I’m short of breath, I’m sure
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| Gone, let it wash away the best I had
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| Gone, and when I disappear
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| Don’t expect me back, don’t expect me back
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| Lost, sweetest things get lost
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| In the static far away
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| Painted pictures of you
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| I fold
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| Don’t want to be holy then
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| Don’t want to be sold again
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| The way I was with you
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| I’m short of breath, I’m sure
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| Gone let it wash away the best I had
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| Gone and when I disappear
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| Don’t expect me back, don’t expect me back
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| I’m short of breath, I’m sure
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| Gone, let it wash away
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| The best I had
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| Gone, and when I disappear
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| Don’t expect me back
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| Don’t expect me back
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| At its worse the heart is sober
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| At its worse the heart is cold, cold, cold
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| I’m short of breath, I’m sure
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| Gone, let it wash away all the best I had
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| Gone, and when I disappear
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| Don’t expect me, don’t expect me back
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| Gone, let it wash away
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| The best I had
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| Gone, and when I disappear
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| Don’t expect me back
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| Don’t expect me back
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| Don’t expect me back |