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Tears fall onto the steering wheel 
Is this love I’m meant to feel?
But how could that possibly be true?
When my colour spectrum is forever blue 
Gone is this woman I use to know 
I sit and think as the streetlamps glow 
Never tempted by pulling of the heart strings 
And your touch and what feelings it brings 
Each night I tell you to go and not come back 
Every time I pin you down and prevent you to pack 
Leave lipstick stains on your neck like Gretel’s trail 
You’d return the gesture each time without fail 
Clothes scatter the bedroom floor 
How much more of this can we endure?
I cannot compare you to a summer’s day 
As each season you continue to stay
We’re more a terrible winter’s evening
With high winds and blusterous dreaming 
When we met, you were a man of many song
The passion is there, but the love does not belong
I wipe my tears but the thought will still remain 
The canopy has opened, and for that let it rain 
So I can either shout it from the white cliffs of Dover 
Or whisper into your ear, that yes in fact it is over

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