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Like the stone at her feet
She is a victim of gravity
The unbearable colour of things
Gets her down, down, down

And as her raincoat covers me
We know it was never raining

She says, that she needs me
Says that she needs me
Says that she wants me
Says that she needs me
Say that you want me
Say that you need me
and I’m sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud

Like strings in a fan
The shoelaces were undone
The solitude reflection of her fate
Gets her down, down, down

And as the shadow covers me
I thought she was only sleeping

She says, that she wants me
Says that she needs me
Says that she wants me
Says that she needs me
Say that you want me
Say that you need me
I am sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud

Her clothes on the floor
Underwear silverlined
The smell of lavender and tar
Brings me down, down, down

If the telephone should ring
God knows it could never be her

She says, that she wants me
Says that she needs me
Says that she wants me
Says that she needs me
Say that you want me
Say that you need me
Say that you want me
Say that you need me
Say that you want me
Say that you need me
I am sorry it was me
Was I thinking out loud
Like the stone at her feet   She is a victim of gravity   The unbearable colour of things   Gets her down, down, down      And as her raincoat covers me   We know it was never raining      She says, that she needs me    Says that she needs me   Says that she wants me   Says that she needs me   Say that you want me   Say that you need me   and I’m sorry it was me   Was I thinking out loud      Like strings in a fan   The shoelaces were undone   The solitude reflection of her fate   Gets her down, down, down      And as the shadow covers me   I thought she was only sleeping      She says, that she wants me    Says that she needs me   Says that she wants me   Says that she needs me   Say that you want me   Say that you need me   I am sorry it was me   Was I thinking out loud      Her clothes on the floor   Underwear silverlined   The smell of lavender and tar   Brings me down, down, down      If the telephone should ring   God knows it could never be her      She says, that she wants me    Says that she needs me   Says that she wants me   Says that she needs me   Say that you want me   Say that you need me   Say that you want me   Say that you need me   Say that you want me   Say that you need me   I am sorry it was me   Was I thinking out loud
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