I hate those voices
Telling me I'm not in love anymore.
But they don't give me choices
And that's what these tears are for.
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But you're in London
And I break down,
'Cause it's not fair
That you're not around.
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When I'm with anybody else
It's so hard to be myself.--
No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me─ this scares the hell out of me, too.
It’s really not even fair to everyone else
“People haven’t always been there for me but music always has.”
