| I listened to «I Walked"in the Père Lachaise
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| Started crying uncontrollably
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| Sometimes it is just too much, the pain of futility
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| It’s just too much
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| Crouched down, hiding between tombs
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| Hiding my face
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| Sufjan’s voice forcing me to feel
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| What I thought I was through with
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| Feeling anymore
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| There’s too much that I haven’t dealt with
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| Though there’s really nothing I can say
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| Can’t say it to myself to change anything
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| Self-knowledge is useless
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| When you needed me, I abandoned you
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| There’s no point in me painting it otherwise
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| I was drowning and so pathetic
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| Just wanted to be alone
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| I had to be there and
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| Just watch you suffer
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| And like an automaton I’d pat your head
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| All along I knew you needed someone better
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| That I should just fuck off
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| I suppose you’ve got your great revenge
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| I’m drunk and alone and you
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| You’re with him
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| And you both seem happy
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| You both seem happy
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| Aren’t you both happy?
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| I want you to be
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| I have it punishing my ears
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| Still I can’t get it out enough
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| I can’t front some air of oblivion
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| I want to be absorbed in the sound
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| Though there is no escape for me |