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Return to Cups |
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Without physical memory --- it's tough to not know |
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Imprisoned daydreams rise higher than they deserve to go |
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Embraces denied, how ever ordinary they may be |
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Somehow mutate to unattainable extraordinary |
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In other words, he'll be the world’s best lover inside of your head |
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Which will leave sheets clean and hearts safe all alone in a bed |
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I'm reminded of a brush-off line I passed on long ago |
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Saying that in regard to me, its best you never know |
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Reality has nothing on the fantasy you've designed |
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One night in the flesh could leave my sultry vision maligned |
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In other words, I'm the world’s best lover inside of your head |
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Why risk disappointment, fuck my phantom instead |
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I laugh, as one unattainable man flits through my head |
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I feel the boomerang effect of words that I’ve said |
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In other words, the world’s best lover snuck inside of my head |
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But when I masturbate I’ll replace him with someone famous & dead |
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