This time let's not bring up my disasters,
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Or put me on some couch like Sigmund Freud.
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Your textbooks filled with hypothetical answers.
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So summarize, she called it null and void.
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What do you want me to tell you?
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What do you want me to say?
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I've been cut by the rose again.
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All the petals have fallen to pieces.
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Now I'm left with the thorn and the stem.
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I'm out looking for my friends, looking for my friends.
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She left the note in the sleeve of my coat, that was not nice --
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I called her on the phone, the voice that spoke, it was cold, it was hard as ice.
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I tried to speak,
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the connection was weak
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'cause I was talking to a machine.
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She said, "If this is you, we're totally through,"
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and that's the last of her I've seen.
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What do you want me to tell you?
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I got the message loud and clear --
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Now I can't talk, 'cause talk is cheap.
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I'm in a no-win situation.
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There are no words that I could speak that would mend this broken rose.
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So here I am, on the couch of a friend who submits his observations,
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He says love just comes and goes...
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Looking for my Friends
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| Ellis Paul |
