I stay away when you burn me like fire
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I'm unmatched as I'm lazy, you spit as you say
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I get crushed by my dreams that I clawed and begged for
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It's myself I deceive
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I got all I asked for
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If I wait in deep sleep
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There's nothing there to pray for
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Uneven and brittle
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Is there fruit on our tree?
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Those altered dreams that I saw there now look back at us cracked
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And loving care notions break as they retract
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It's the morning here now, there's some peace, but no laughter
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It's myself I deceive
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I got all I asked for
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If I wait in deep sleep
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There's nothing there to pray for
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Uneven and brittle
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Is there fruit on our tree?
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The spirit master from whom we spent
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I sit now & see, all mine was pretence
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Eh
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Eh
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It's myself I deceive
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I got all I asked for
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Uneven and brittle
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Is there fruit on our tree?
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It's myself I deceive
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I got all I asked for
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Uneven and brittle
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Is there fruit on our tree?
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Uneven & Brittle
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Peter Murphy |