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You Must Be Really Stupid If You Think I Don'T Love You
Unclaimed hero, where did you go? Leaving behind just a bottomless hole So innocent, no need to repent I can't quite believe you must be heaven sent I've never been made to feel so alone Im here, so that's something you'll never know. Chasing illusions that perhaps one fine day I'll disgorge this enigma, and still you will stay Not run off for miles, away from the truth Pray your love for her will be empty of use No word nor no sign, in Italian or rhyme Reminders that THIS, is really a crime If I lay on my back then I can't fall from grace I feel secret smiles amplify on my face I'll damage the surface if I try to prise the proverbial wool that covers your eyes A being so different in rule and design Yet still, I'm afraid this connection's benign. So why, may I ask, if you won't be mine Do you give me the world, every second of time Would all this be clearer if you knew yourself My bumcheeks are splintered from sitting on shelves It's not that it hurts, more a dull throbbing pain Complacent that there's nothing ventured or gained I could spell it in lights on the moon so you'd see But I'm guessing you'd react by laughing at me Just for once, please, take me seriously Denying this makes you sillier than me
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