| I have nothing against life per se
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| There is always the little stuff to stop the big stuff
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| Making you wanna shoot yourself in the head
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| When then do I see you in the smallest way
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| When you lay like a river across the bed
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| What then to do?
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| What then to do?
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| I slide my little songs out from under you
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| And I have nothing against love per se
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| It’s just the late night stars are pricking my eyes and making me see stars
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| When then do I see you in the smallest way
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| Oh when you come around here and sudden shiver smile
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| And up and gone again for far and wide
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| What then to do?
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| What then to do?
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| I slide my little songs out from under you |