| The first girl that I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter
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| She smoldered with her will to save the world
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| I did my best to help her, yeah, I stood shoulder to shoulder
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| On the front lines with my visionary girl
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| I wish that she had cared for me
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| But in the end her ideologies
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| Occupied the fortress of her heart
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| I wrote her fifteen songs, but still we had to part
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| And if music was the food of love
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| Then I’d be a fat romantic slob
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| Well music, it’s my substitute for love
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| The last girl that I loved, she was a low and lusty liar
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| She set my heart on fire, but made me choke
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| Her beauty was a sight to see, but she didn’t save it all for me
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| I found other fires by following the smoke
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| I wish that she had either cared for me or let me be
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| But she chased me from my mind and from my home
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| I wrote her sixteen songs, but I ended up alone
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| And if love is really all that we need
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| Then even all my singing is never gonna save me
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| Music, it’s my substitute for love
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| Well I’ve had many different girls inside my bed
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| But only one or two inside my head
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| These days I cuddle up to my guitar instead
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| But oh, what I would give
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| Not to stumble, but to really fall in love
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| And I could substitute my singing for the sound of someone sleeping next to me |