In the breathless hush of 4 a.m.
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In the dark sits a sad cliche.
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Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars
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Tell me how this came to be
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Sleeplessness talk to me
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She'd say over and over again
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Fumbling through a cut glass vase
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Passing lipstick, cotton spools
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Burning jealous pictures of marraiges of friends
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You never asked to be
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The glutton of sympathy
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She says over and over again that this is the end
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Cause I see it in your eyes
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What you don't know, time to let go
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I see it in your eyes
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There is so much more out there to be learned
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Such mournful words on this snowwhite vacant page
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All the lessons that she learns she packs away
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Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy
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She writes over and over again
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Tossing turning roll away
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Indescision won't you ever make up your mind
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Lifetime Nightime wake the day
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Cause tomorrow will see if you've had your fill of sympathy
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Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy?
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Don't you know the stars are all fading let the sunshine capture
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the sparkle of your smile
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The Glutton Of Sympathy
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| Jellyfish |
