| Like a madman I still run
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| from the warlord and her gun
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| But I can’t hold or shun such feelings
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| like I’m Aphrodite’s son
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| I’m so weak and I know that
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| but I’m in deep if I go back
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| She sat and stared at bad things happening
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| while I lay weepin' on the mat
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| She said she wandered off the tracks
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| but how the hell would I know that
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| She had her paints and poems cut
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| I knew she turned my mornings black
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| And Cytherea sends the doves
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| they scream cross-eyed from above
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| I give her just the slightest shove
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| but she says 'Sorry I’m in love.'
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| And you can draw blood from a wall
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| but you can’t fool yourself to thinkin'
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| that there’s sorrow in her at all
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| And if the world is just a stage
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| then show me to the part I play
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| and have some mercy on the way
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| my eyes are twisted in their vision
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| And all I ever see is grey
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| yeah the???
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| I was knee-deep in the rainfall
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| but I stayed there anyway
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| And Cytherea???
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| between the???
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| On the rows I left alone
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| And the??? |
| was gone
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| all the singing of a song
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| She told me that it all goes on,
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| that I was wrong and I felt wrong
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| And it was just another day
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| to see the nights and???
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| I was knee-deep in desaster
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| but I stayed there anyway
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| On the doorstep I still stand
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| while she cups raindrops in her hands
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| And it’s all more than I can stand
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| I was dreaming of desaster
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| And she lost my elegance
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| in the blueness of the bland
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| expanse along with my advances
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| that I barely understand
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| In this room the curtains drawn
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| to hide the blood behind the door
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| And I can’t see her anymore
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| She said she’d seen it all before
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| And Cytherea sends the doves
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| They scream cross-eyed from above
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| I cried 'Enough is enough!'
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| But she said 'Sorry I’m in love!' |