| Tell me what you saw in me
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| And I’ll try to replicate it with a scene
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| If it troubles you to breathe
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| Wait a moment; |
| I could change the scenery
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| Don’t carry on carrying efforts, oh no, oh oh oh oh
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| Somewhere there’s a room for each of us to grow
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| And if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh oh oh oh
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| Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost
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| It’s only that I meant to bring
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| Love and liveliness to your breast on the scene
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| Did you cut your hands on me?
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| Are my edges sharp? |
| Am I a pest to feed?
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| Don’t carry on carrying regrets, oh no oh oh oh
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| Somewhere there’s a room for us to speak alone
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| And if it grieves you to stay here, just go, oh oh oh oh
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| For I have no spell on you, it’s all a ghost
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| I still have the things you gave me
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| Four anointing oils, the paperweight you made
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| For should I haven’t carried them
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| Or buried them in the name of your ghost, my friend
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| Don’t carry on carrying efforts: Don’t go! |
| No oh oh oh
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| Stay with me until I sleep within your host
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| Or if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh oh oh oh
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| Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost |