| It’s what my heart just yearns to say
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| In ways that can’t be said
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| It’s what my rotting bones will sing
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| When the rest of me is dead
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| It’s what’s engraved upon my heart
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| In letters deeply worn
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| Today I somehow understand the reason I was born
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| «'Cause outwardly,» he says «I try so hard to make you laugh at me,»
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| And she, she does, she laughs as though she´s not heard the joke ten thousand
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| times before
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| And he adores her, he watches her get dressed as though she’s hurtling through
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| time
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| «Oh, darling please be mine,»
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| She promises to fight them all when it all becomes too much
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| And he, he curses at the world for leaving him behind and he’s falling out of
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| touch
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| And she is stronger than he’s ever been, he knows
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| And she brushes her hand through his hair, he’s got so much fucking hair
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| And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay
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| And when they’re sure no-one can hear them
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| She’ll turn to him and say, she’ll turn to him and say
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| «It's not fair, it’s not fair how much I love you
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| It’s not fair, 'cause you make me laugh when I’m actually really fucking cross
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| at you for something,»
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| And he’ll say
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| «Oh how, oh how unreasonable
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| How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do
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| I spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m standing here, maybe everyone
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| will think I’m alright,»
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| «I've seen enough,» he says, «I know exactly what I want
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| And it’s this life that we’ve created
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| Inundated with the fated thought of you
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| And if you asked me to, if you asked me I would lose it all
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| Like petals in a storm
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| 'Cause darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades
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| At night when light is fading
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| Just to let you know I’m old, waylaid and feels like I am wading
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| Into carpet burns and carousels
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| Christ, you’ll be the death of me,»
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| And calm throughout his melodrama, she will turn and say
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| «Dear heart, it’s me, its me
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| You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not
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| 'Cause it’s not like I’ve never heard you fart and snore
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| And for some godforsaken reason
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| I’m still here, love, like I’ve always been before,»
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| And he’ll say
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| «It's not fair, It’s not fair how much I love you
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| It’s not fair 'cause you make me weep when I’m just trying to watch The Office
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| with my yoghurt,»
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| And she’ll say
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| «Oh how, oh how unreasonable
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| How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do
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| I’ll spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m standing here
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| Maybe everyone will think I’m cool,»
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| «How unfair, how unfair,» they’ll sing as they dance across the darling rooftop
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| wreck
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| He’ll trip and she’ll pretend not to have seen
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| Burying her head into his chest and clinging to the moment
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| «Where have you been?» |
| she’ll whisper
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| «I've waited oh so long for you to come»
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| And as the stars above them hum and hear them
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| He’ll turn to her and say, «That's what she said»
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| «It's not fair, it’s not fair how much I love you
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| It’s not fair 'cause you make me ache, you bastard,»
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| And they’ll say
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| «Oh how, oh how unreasonable
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| How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do
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| I’ll spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m stood here
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| Then I’m stood here
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| And I’ll stand here
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| I’ll stand here with you» |