| Rejections a constant, bitterness comes with age
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| Once or twice a lifetime you get days like today
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| And I hope no one pissed on this milk crate
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| I hope no pissed on this milk crate
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| Where there’s no tidying up
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| And nothing falls and no one breaks
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| You can’t say I’m disgusting
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| If you don’t mean it that way
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| And I hope no one comes down this laneway
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| I hope no one comes down this laneway
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| And I woke up before the sun in the arms of a tough girl
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| Heard me speaking lately you’ve
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| Heard me speaking about her and
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| Last night I said, «I love you» without a hint of fear
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| Last night I said, «I love you» nothing exploded, no one disappeared
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| And the realisation shatters through me
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| That I’m the villain in this movie
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| But I’ve got no script and no direction
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| I just want you to let me love you
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| I just want you to let me love you
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| I just wanted you to let me
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| Dialogue is diluted by strangers and thin walls
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| Little murmur runs through the audience
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| The first time he calls
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| You hang up and a sinking feeling falls amongst the crowd
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| Someone whispers to their wife
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| «My god, what’s she doing now?»
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| «My future never really mattered much at all,»
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| I mutter to you down a telephone lying on the bathroom floor
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| And last night I said, «I love you» without fear
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| Last night I said, «I love you» and I disappeared
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| And the realisation shatters through me
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| That I’m the villain in this movie
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| But I’ve got no script and no direction
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| I just want you to let me love you
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| I just want you to let me love you
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| I just wanted you to let me
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| And all I think I’d need to cast off insecurities
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| Is for you to write something for me
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| Like I write for you incessantly
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| But I don’t live in your mind the way that you do in mine
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| And my feet stick to the floor of the shower
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| But we get evicted in three-quarters of an hour
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| And you rub paw-paw on a new tattoo and say, «One day there’ll be a song about
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| you.»
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| One day there’ll be a song for you
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| One day there’ll be a song about you
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| One day there’ll be a song for you
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| One day there’ll be a song about you
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| And I know that you hated me that time
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| But I’ve made up for that now haven’t I?
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| Soaked in spotlights spitting vitriol without the corresponding kind
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| One day there’ll be a song for you
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| One day there’ll be a song about you
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| One day there’ll be a song for you
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| One day there’ll be a song about you |