| I float around this empty house
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| With ghosts from when you came around
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| But none of them fulfill me like you do
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| And after all this time, I don’t know why I find myself
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| Shining a light of broken mirrors
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| For the corner of your pupils
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| On the surface of this barren land
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| I sweep with my own eyes
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| For ruins of where our love used to grow
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| When graceful slender palms stretch like rockets to the moon
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| Dancing lazy in the crosswind
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| Swirling to and fro
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| But I’m tired of waking nauseous
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| Wondering if you lay dreaming
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| The same way that I always dream of you
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| And sometimes I feel fine
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| Convince myself we had our time
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| And surrender to the beauty of this tragedy 'til I find
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| Your jumper in the laundry
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| Your poems in my kitchen
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| And I see your face when I touch myself
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| You’re the blood in all of my lyrics
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| Like stars beyond a cloudy night
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| The cigarette without a light
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| A letter on your fallen father’s grave
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| Like a sunflower seed
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| That never tasted water
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| And never got the see the light of day
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| We’re beautifully wasted
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| But one question still remains
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| Was I ever really there?
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| Did I make it far too easy?
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| Under bright green fallen stars
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| Like trying to run from the moon
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| There’s no escape from loving you
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| And the horizon shows no clues
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| Or shelter for my refuge
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| And I’m tired of waking nauseous
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| Wondering if you lay dreaming
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| The same way that I always dream of you
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| And sometimes I feel fine
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| Convince myself we had our time
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| And surrender to the beauty of this tragedy 'til I find
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| Your jumper in the laundry
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| Your poems in my kitchen
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| And I see your face when I fucking touch myself
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| You’re the blood in all of my lyrics
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| Like stars beyond a cloudy night
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| The cigarette without a light
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| A letter on your fallen father’s grave
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| Like a sunflower seed
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| That never tasted water
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| And never got the see the light of day
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| We’re beautifully wasted
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| But one question still remains
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| For every moonlit sacred dance
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| Was I only second best?
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| Did I not touch you right?
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| For every month spent by your side
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| For every tear upon my shoulder
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| For every poem, every letter
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| For making love in your front yard
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| Why won’t you love me?
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| Under bright green fallen stars
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| WON’T you love me? |