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i love it all

these games we play

i close my eyes

you run away

i'm sure i asked you to stay

but now you're gone

and so i feel the grey

pulse in my head

i turn off the lights and crawl into bed

i try to think of sunshine

but my body goes wet

with the first crash of thunder



i don't think i can know

anyone but you dear

that's for sure



when it gets to four

it's my turn to go

oh the kiss

so alcoholic and slow

arranging me for saturday

i thought you would know

that i always sleep

alone



i don't think i can know

anyone but you

dear

that's for sure



the upstairs room is cool and bright

we can go up there in summer

and dance all night



your sister started talking at a minute after ten

so everyone jumped up

and then fell over again

in april you can join them

and stare at me

at the ghost from your past