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Lovesong Writer
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Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium
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He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells, fill up the allies
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We will pretend
That it's all just made up
The songs that he writes
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Are too personal
He can't play them for anyone
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When he's all alone
The lovesong writer sings
"Ooh, oh, can anyone hear me now?"
No one hears at all
So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet
"Please, give us meaning"
And pose for me now
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat
And on the other side
You're the queen of spades
You're the sound that she makes on her way
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There's always a way out
There's always a way out
When he's all alone
The lovesong writer sings
"Ooh, oh, can anyone hear me now?"
But no one hears at all
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The lovesong writer sits
All alone
When he hears the sound
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Of the knock at the door
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Fifty red roses falling apart
In the hands of someone that you scripted and left behind
All of the others scorned by their lovers
Showed up at your door
Staring you down, they said
"Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now"
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"Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now"
No way out
No way out
No way out
No way out
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