| I search for my children…
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| And remember I have none
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| And my body drips to the floor
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| Like wax from the mantle
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| Remember when we worshipped summer
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| And your vision was smooth?
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| And I never questioned you
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| In your blue suit
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| Oh, you talked like you meant it
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| You sung like you meant it
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| You danced like you meant it
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| Oh, you talked like you meant it
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| You sung like you meant it
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| You loved like you meant it
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| And there’s almost nothing that
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| I’d like more than to believe you
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| But the language escapes me —
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| There just aren’t enough words
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| Did you flee to the forest
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| In hopes that I’d find you?
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| You ask for a gift
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| I have nothing to give
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| Remember when we worshipped summer
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| And your vision was smooth?
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| And I never questioned you
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| In your blue suit
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| (repeat chorus)
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| You ask for a gift
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| I have nothing to give
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| I have nothing to give you
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| I have cloud lust
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| And fresh air fantasies…
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| (repeat chorus) |