| The days that you’re gone, I can’t stand the silence,
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| The hours that you’re here, I can’t stand your presence,
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| The starlight that shone from your eyes in the beginning,
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| Now blinds me with hate for you and all women,
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| The ties that should bind I want to cut into pieces,
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| The paper I signed collects dirt in it’s creases,
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| But while you’re away I can’t stand the longing,
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| I detest being tied down but love the belonging.
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| It’s strange how this change in our relations brings you nearer,
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| It’s wierd how I fear for our position is much clearer,
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| I understand that it’s underhanded to want to desert you,
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| But every time you’re here then I’m filled with a need to hurt you,
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| It’s only one thing that stops me from commiting murder,
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| And that’s the thought of losing you and I can’t go no further,
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| ('Cos) I love you, miss ogyny (X4) |