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    Born to blossom, Bloom to perish

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    Won't do no good to hold no seance
    What's gone is gone and you can't bring it back around
    Won't do no good to hold no searchlight
    You can't illuminate what time has anchored down

    What you did to me
    Made me see myself somethin' awful
    A voice once stentorian
    Is now again weak and muffled

    What wasted unconditional love
    On somebody
    Who doesn't believe in the stuff
    Oh well

    I'm undecided about you again
    Mightn't be right that you're not here
    It's double-sided, cause I ruined it all
    But also saved myself, by never believing you, Dear

    I don't know what I'm doing, don't know, should I change my mind? I can't decide, there's too many variations to consider
    No thing I do don't do no thing but bring me more to do, it's true, I do imbue my blue unto myself, I make it bitter

    But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
    And I believed for a moment that my chances were approaching to be grabbed
    But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
    I thought it was a bird but it was just a paper bag

    And I went crazy again today, lookin' for a strand to climb
    Lookin' for a little hope

    They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
    But he washed my shore and he took my pearl
    And left and empty shell of me

    But, oh, it's so evil, my love, the way you've
    no reverence to my concern
    So I'll be sure to stay weary of you, love,
    to save the pain of
    Once my flame and twice my burn

    I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
    I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
    You say love is a hell you cannot bear
    And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care

    This mind, this body, and this voice
    Cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
    So don't forget what I told you
    Don't come around
    I got my own hell to raise

    I wouldn’t know what to do with another chance
    If you gave it to me
    I couldn’t take the embrace of a real romance
    It’d race right through me
    I’m much better off the way things are
    Much much better off, better by far, by far

    Honey help me out of this mess
    I'm a stranger to myself
    But don't reach for me, I'm too far away
    I don't wanna talk 'cuz there's nothing left to say
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