I write a thousand songs for you a day
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But I never run out of things to say
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You're my Ulysses that I'll never end
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Now that I fucked up, lost you, sweet friend
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Everything is in the trash
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And it's my fault
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I destroyed us, I know
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It's unrecoverable
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If there's a God, he will repair your heart
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If there's a God, send her an angel
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Make him handsome and clever and not crazy
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And you notice something wonderful
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Someone to love her volcanically
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And please, please, please God, don't be a bastard
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Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change
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Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change
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I am a flaw, I'm a mistake
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I am faulty, I always break
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I tried, you don't believe me, but I did
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I tried to mature, be responsible, dot dot dot
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But my heart is juvenile
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And my character's not so hot
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You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist
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Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby, I hardly exist
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You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist
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Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby, I hardly exist
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You gave me everything, still I resist
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Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby, I hardly exist
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I hardly exist
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Voltaic Crusher / Undrum To Muted Da
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| Of Montreal |
