Bright eyes - Lover, I don't have to love
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I picked you out
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Of a crowd and talked to you.
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Said I liked your shoes,
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You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"
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So it's up the stairs,
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And out of view. No prying eyes.
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I poured some wine.
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I asked your name;
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You asked the time.
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Now it's two o'clock.
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The club is closed,
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We are up the block.
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Your hands are on me,
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Pressing hard against your jeans,
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Your tongue in my mouth,
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Trying to keep the words from coming out,
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You didn't care to know
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Who else may have been you before.
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I want a lover I don't have to love,
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I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
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Where's the kid with the chemicals?
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I thought he said to meet him here,
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But I'm not sure.
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I've got the money
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If you've got the time.
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He said, "It feels good."
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I said "I'll give it a try."
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Then my mind went dark,
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We both forgot where your car was parked.
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Let's just take the train.
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I'll meet up with the band in the morning
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Bad actors, with bad habits...
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Some sad singers, they just play tragic.
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And the phone is ringing,
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And the van is leaving
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Let's just keep touching,
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Let's just keep...keep singing
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I want a lover I don't have to love,
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I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.
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Where's the kid with the chemicals?
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I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
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I need some meaning I can memorize.
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The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
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But you, but you...
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You write such pretty words,
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But life's no storybook.
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Love's an excuse to get hurt.
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And to hurt.
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Do you like to hurt?
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I do, I do.
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Then hurt me,
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Then hurt me,
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Then hurt me...
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Lover, I don't have to love
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| Bright eyes |
