The absence of God will bring you comfort, baby
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And planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich
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And I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it
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Folk singers sing songs for the working, baby
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We're just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers
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There's no relief for the bleeding heart
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'Cause they'll be losing bodies tonight
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And Rob says you love, love, love and then you die
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I've watched him while sleeping and seen him crying with closed eyes
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And you're not happy but you're funny and I'm tripping over my joy
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But I just keep on getting up again
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We could be daytime drunks if we wanted
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We'd never get anything done that way baby
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And we'd still be ruled by our dueling perspectives
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And I'm not my perspective
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Or the lies I'll tell you every time
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And Morgan says, maybe love won't let you down
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All of your failures are training grounds
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And just as your back's turned you'll be surprised she says
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As your solitude subsides
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And Mike I'll teach you how to swim
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If you turn the bad in me into good again
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And I say there's trouble
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When everything is fine
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The need to destroy things
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Creeps up on me every time
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Just as love's silhouette appears
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I close my eyes and disappear tonight
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And something's got to change
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'Cause our love's the slowest moving train
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The Absence Of God
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| Rilo Kiley |
