I need your lie
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Darling love lies
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And if you gave it to me
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I'd hold it in the palm of my hand
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Like a good luck charm, or a vice
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And i'd reach up like a child to receive it
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There is no more said
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There is no more real
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I got sun on my back
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I remember you
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Take me inside
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Your warm love lie
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And if he took me
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I'd hold him up to the light
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Like a god, or a good luck charm, or a vice
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And i'd open up like a child to believe it
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There is no more said
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There is no more real
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Got sun on my back
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And I remember you
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No
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There is no more said
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There's, there is no more real
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I got sun on my back
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And I remember you
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And still you can't give your peace to me
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Urn with dead flowers in a drained pool
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| Polly Jean Harvey |
