| I can picture you in the doorway, hair in your face, that stupid shirt.
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| I’m miles away thinking of life again.
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| On the day I die, I want to recognize the reasons I lived in vain,
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| and all the faces that made me afraid of living untouched.
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| I hold my breath, try to keep to myself, won’t talk to anyone else.
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| I’m a lonely catalyst.
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| Pull you on stage, saw you in half, grab your coat head for a cab,
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| you are a fraction of yourself now, you are a tender miserable flower.
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| Selling tickets for the terrible person I am.
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| On the day I die, I want to recognize the reasons I live in vain,
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| and all the faces that made me afraid of living untouched.
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| Cause I don’t ever want to lose you, and for all I know you’ve left the show.
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| And it’s hard to say I love you when I don’t want to.
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| It’s hard to say I miss you when you’re not there.
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| And it’s hard to know my soul when I can’t feel it.
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| And all I’ve always wanted has been replaceable.
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| You are all I’ve always wanted. |