| She sold herself on the one love
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| The one that most of us live without
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| And dressed for the occasion day after day
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| Forgives herself when it don’t come
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| I have always found it
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| Easier to dream about it
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| Careful of the stitches
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| Insisted there was more than this
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| But I lost myself I cannot speak
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| To live by myself I’m far too weak
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| I have lost myself I cannot sleep
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| To live by myself I’m far too meek
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| Went bold as hell for the one love
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| The one that most of us read about
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| And caressed all the persuaders day after day
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| Relieves herself when it don’t come
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| By the things you’re saying
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| It’s easier to turn the blame in
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| Careful of the stitches
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| Insisted there was more than this
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| But I lost myself I cannot speak
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| To live by myself I’m far too weak
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| I have lost myself I cannot sleep
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| To live by myself I’m far too meek
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| She sold again on the one love
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| The one that all of them scream about
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| Dressed for the occasion day after day
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| For heart so warm that it’s burn she wants
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| I have always found it
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| Easier to skirt around it
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| Careful of the stitches
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| Insisted there was more than this
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| But I lost myself I cannot speak
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| To live by myself I’m far too weak
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| I have lost myself I cannot sleep
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| To live by myself I’m far too meek |