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Madly
Those few stars
they have a tone, as we were, with a rhythm, I don't want to hurt you, and a beat, but
the damage control isn't easy.
I promised it wouldn't be easy.
Struggle through the fog, I know you feel, and rain, something decent, and the sunshine, somewhere inside, the sky doesn't have any crude edges.
I never wanted to hurt
or hurt you.
The leaves begin to fall down, my mind is cramped, smoke fills the air in winter, with thoughts of you, and the spring won't come again, you will do your worst, until the snow has left its bitter chill on my insides.
Yet tonight, tonight when we're not there on the sofa
and we're not here in our tiny space making love and war
there are pieces of sunburn messing with my skin
and I miss you,
I just never wanted to hurt
or to hurt you
here, the sky doesn't have any crude edges
and we're not here in our tiny space making love and war.
they have a tone, as we were, with a rhythm, I don't want to hurt you, and a beat, but
the damage control isn't easy.
I promised it wouldn't be easy.
Struggle through the fog, I know you feel, and rain, something decent, and the sunshine, somewhere inside, the sky doesn't have any crude edges.
I never wanted to hurt
or hurt you.
The leaves begin to fall down, my mind is cramped, smoke fills the air in winter, with thoughts of you, and the spring won't come again, you will do your worst, until the snow has left its bitter chill on my insides.
Yet tonight, tonight when we're not there on the sofa
and we're not here in our tiny space making love and war
there are pieces of sunburn messing with my skin
and I miss you,
I just never wanted to hurt
or to hurt you
here, the sky doesn't have any crude edges
and we're not here in our tiny space making love and war.
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