| I write a thousand songs for you a day
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| But I never run out of things to say
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| You’re my Ulysses that I’ll never end
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| Now that I fucked up, lost you, sweet friend
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| Everything is in the trash, and it’s my fault
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| I’ve destroyed us, I know, it’s unrecoverable
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| If there’s a God he will repair your heart
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| If there’s a God, send her an angel
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| Make him handsome and clever and not crazy
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| And you notice something wonderful
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| Someone to love her volcanically
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| And please, please, please God, don’t be a bastard
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| Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change
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| Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change
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| I am a flaw, I’m a mistake
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| I am faulty, I always break
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| I tried, you don’t believe me, but I did
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| I tried to mature, be responsible, dot dot dot
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| But my heart is juvenile
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| And my character’s not so hot
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| You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist
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| Please don’t lose any sleep over me, baby
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| I hardly exist
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| You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist
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| Please don’t lose any sleep over me, baby
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| I hardly exist
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| You gave me everything, still I resist
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| Please don’t lose any sleep over me, baby
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| I hardly exist
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| I hardly exist |