Lover undo me
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For weeks I've waited for your return
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My head down
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Eyes to the ground
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My guess is a sure thing
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You won't be back
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Thank you for a month's worth of wooing
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Your warm lips and my body for using
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Six shades of mischievous gray
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Sprinting through your skinny veins
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It's no wonder my sense of perception
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Is no better than a sailor in weather
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So rough as to spill your guts
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The sea swells up just enough, to keep your head up
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Lover undo me
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For weeks I've waited for your return
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My head down
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Eyes to the ground
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My guess is a sure thing
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You won't be back
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You've all but consumed me
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For days I pray for you to burn
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I won't try to relive the nightlife
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I had when I had you
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La Amoureux me defont
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With eyes so soft and a livid cough she sighs
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"Don't come near me
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God damnit I am waving my colors of warning"
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I am sorry darling
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I'm just so sick of starving
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You smile as I start my dive
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Hands on hips, it parts your lips
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Pushed to one side
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Lover undo me
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For weeks I've waited for your return
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My head down
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Eyes to the ground
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My guess is a sure thing
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You won't be back
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You've all but consumed me
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For days I pray for you to burn
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I won't try to relive the nightlife
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I had when I had you
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And those six shades that I spoke of
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Are just acts you try to pull off
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Just as a cavity
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Swallowing the things you need
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Yet you skim what won't repeat
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All demands what I've been asking
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Your arms like a tragedy
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Suffering from sun
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I will cut myself off never to be turned back on
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Lover undo me
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(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on)
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You've all but consumed me
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(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on)
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Lover undo me
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(I will cut myself off never to be turned back on)
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You'll end up starved out in some attic
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Alone and afraid watching reruns of past times
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Your hair falling out in heaps
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The bridges you've burned
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The ashes you keep
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La Amoureux
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