| So I don’t feel loved today
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| And I don’t feel pain in the same way
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| As I did before, when you go
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| And I cry for you for hours on my landing floor
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| Have I put up a wall, can you climb it?
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| You come to me with tears in your eyes
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| And I look at you like «why on earth
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| Do you have to keep trying?»
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| Cause I’m done
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| But I was wrong
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| So hold on
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| Won’t you come show me love
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| My baby my treasure
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| We’re hanging from string
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| It’s so thin
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| It’s so, so thin
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| My baby my darling
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| We’re living like thieves
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| It’s so thin
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| The trouble we’re in
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| And you ask yourself, «Is it gonna be worth it?»
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| When you don’t have the best of all of me, yeah
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| No one fits my plan but me
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| I don’t need a man to keep me
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| I don’t need my mother to feed me
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| This coat I know keeps me covered
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| From the cold outside
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| From any guiding light
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| Can you hide it?
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| Cause I’m scared of going blind
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| Rubbing myself up so much I can’t find love, life, a real appetite
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| I know I’ll be dead inside
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| So cold
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| Won’t you come show me love
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| My baby my treasure
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| We’re hanging from string
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| It’s so thin
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| It’s so, so thin
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| My baby my darling
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| We’re living like thieves
|
| It’s so thin
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| The trouble we’re in
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| And you ask yourself, «Is it gonna be worth it?»
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| When you don’t have the best of all of me, yeah
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| With these feathers
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| I build wings
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| For with these fingers
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| I find the little things
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| With a pen I fly
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| To the paper, I die death to my life
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| Conscience burns
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| From what you heard
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| That I lie, I
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| My baby my treasure
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| We’re hanging from string
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| It’s so thin
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| My baby my darling
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| We’re living like thieves
|
| We’re so thick
|
| My baby my treasure
|
| We’re hanging from string
|
| It’s so thin
|
| My baby my darling
|
| We’re living like thieves
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| We’re so thick
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| My baby my darling
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| We’re living like thieves
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| We’re so thick |