Would you care not standing so close
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I've got a promise that I gotta keep
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And I can't host
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The idea of you & me engaged in a kiss
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It's too dangerous & would be a mess
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Cause I can't, you see
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Someone's in love with me
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And I with he
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So very deeply
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But when things get so goddamn deep
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One has the tendency to feel somewhat weak
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And grasp for air & want to be free
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Of the clenches of love which have a taste that is bittersweet
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Cause I can't, you see
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Someone's in love with me
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And I with he
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So very deeply
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Wandering eyes can bring so much fault
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Especially when they wander too far from their home
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And meeting other wandering eyes
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When all those are only just a fight
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So would you care standing away from me
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I don't want to be set free
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I have realized now that everything is a compromise
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And the grass is no greener on the other side
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Cause I can't, you see
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Someone's in love with me
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And I with he
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So very deeply
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If there were an elixir
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I'd find the mixture
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And I'd make myself a pitcher
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And I with he
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Wandering Eyes
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| Martha Wainwright |
