Stay and fill me up with something else
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You’re all that’s left and I’ll be
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Picking up the pieces of our past
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Like broken glass
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Affection ruptures lonely nights
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But I’ve always been the last in line
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For romance
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Captive among lonely hearts
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Are all we are
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Captive behind broken hearts
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Are all we are
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So lovely can I stay the night
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And baby if I said that I’ll be back tomorrow
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This might be a bit shy from the truth
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As lonely as the days that we begin to follow
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Somehow we become those walls we build
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Somehow we lose the urge to feel
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Somehow I’ve become the lesser man
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We become products of ourselves
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Slave to despair
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Despair to aspire
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A real lovers love
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The profound beating of this chest
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A poetic type of touch
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That reminds us who we are
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The feeling, the rhyming rhythm
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Recalling wounded thoughts
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Still seeming a little tempted
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To set these sheets aflame
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As your eyes close
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He finds that it’s worth more
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As he’s slipping out the back door
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Static Slumber Party
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| A Static Lullaby |
