| Every time I sing, you say that I’m gaslighting
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| Falsifying a private Thermidor
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| Your love was a warm wind, and me an empty sail
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| I collapse to the kitchen floor
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| When I wish I was never born
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| My mother tells me I wasn’t born so much as excreted
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| But this emptiness is a gift
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| I’m free to write the future, an empty man undefeated
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| I think I’ve found the cure
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| Make sure you’re living a quarter of your waking life in the present
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| And the rest I’ll spend remembering
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| Scorching our feet on the sand and tires of our bikes on wet cement
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| We were sparklers in the night
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| And even now your resting face cannot conceal the light
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| Your love was a warm wind
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| As the world you left, it falls away and an island rises into sight |