Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection
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Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters
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And I could have used some warning
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I was on that porch all morning
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Smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt
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Could it be I am mistaken, have I stolen somebody's baby?
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Is it possible for two people to need the same thing?
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It's just the lines, they get so blurry
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Between what is once, and now required
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And I don't know on which side his heart falls
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But I know where mine is buried
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And it's so far from any wanting
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Yeah, it needs this to keep beating
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It won't go on without it
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If I'm still weighed down with subtleties
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Then I'll just come right out and say
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That I think that I deserve her
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More than anyone deserves anything
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Maybe I am selfish, but there is no way to share this
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There's not enough to go around, I don't care who else gets hurt
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But I'm still sick with empathy because I was stood in his place
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I spent a year quietly dying while he let go and ignored her
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And I'm sure that there are reasons for everything that happens
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And absence leads to adoration, yeah it's nobody's fault
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But now there is no way to change this
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So I just photographed and framed it
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And it's hanging in a hallway
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That we have no right to walk back down
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But I hope that he feels better but I'm sick of all the drama
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I can't stand to see her crying, I just want this shit to end
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And I want a place to hang out where record players play out
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And there's a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with her
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Untitled (Lovers Turn Into Monsters)
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| Bright Eyes |
