| Giving in to love
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| And sharing my time
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| Letting someone into my misery
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| I told it all step by step
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| How I landed on the island
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| And how I swim across the sea
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| And it crosses my mind
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| That I may wait to a sign from you
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| No more breath in my hair
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| Or ladies underwear
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| Tossed up over the alarm clock
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| Blood dripping from the bed
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| To a neatly written poem
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| Heartfelt last line reading
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| There is no more mystery
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| Is it going to happen, my love?
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| There is no more mystery
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| Is it going to happen, my love?
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| It’s all in my head
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| Morning after nightmare
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| You’re building a wall
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| Higher than the both of us So try living life instead of hiding in the bedroom
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| Show me a smile and I’ll promise not to leave you
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| It happened under a rainy cloud
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| Gasing through the dark South
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| We went into a big house
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| And slept in a small bed
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| I didn’t know you then
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| As well as you love me We talked about side lines
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| And we went our separate ways
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| And we went off separately
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| I found you overseas soveniers
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| Holiday greeting cards
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| Those long forgotten high school fears
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| It’s all in my head I said
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| Banging on the piano
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| I’ve not been so along
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| The thoughts kicking in the womb
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| I drank so much tea
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| I put my letters in college
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| Around the block I walked and walked
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| Pretending you were with me Not wanting to die out here
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| Without you
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| The hurting never ends
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| Like birthdays and old friends we forget
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| There is fresh blood and blood is human
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| Trading phone lines
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| Trading lines
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| Unwilling to face
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| That love is found on the inside
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| Not the outside
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| And like a medicine bottle
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| In the cabinet
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| I’ll keep you
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| And like a medicine bottle
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| In my hand
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| I will hold you
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| And swallow you slowly
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| As to last me a lifetime
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| Without holding too tight
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| I do not want to lose
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| The thrill that it gives me To look out from my window
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| The tiny houses
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| From my world in my bedroom
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| It’s all in his head, she read
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| In a girlfriend’s self-help book
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| It’s all 'cause he’s making a war with himself
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| Like two sides with a wall
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| That separates two countries
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| He shuts out the world he once knew
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| To love you
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| Not wanting to die out here
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| Without you
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| Not wanting to die out here
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| Without you |