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know that I can't tell you
this light has slowly faded.
Like mail that's never dated from towns
still burned and raided.
And lost without a soul,
with you forever more.
I'm sorry but I can't tell you
I feel like a pattern
Of shapes that will never matter,
a color that will never flatter.
It's all gonna' come around.
It's all gonna' make your eyes burn.
I really wanna' tell you that love is like a furnace,
It burns in and out of purpose,
so hot that it makes me nervous.
So large that it won't cool out.
So big that it can't burn out.

I wait sixteen, a Saturday, love.
My heart beats fast and faraway, love.
Your eyes so pure, they never grow up.
You stay with me, we'll never grow up, my love.

I know that I can't tell you
my mind is running circles.
My eyes have begun to swirl,
like death, but it's not as sterile.
I ain't gonna' let you down.
I ain't gonna' let you leave me.
I'm sorry but I can't tell you about life,
but it makes me crazy,
So I just like to daydream,
'cause dreams only make me happy.
Will you come along my love?
Will you come along here with me?

I wait, sixteen, a Saturday, love.
My heart beats fast and faraway, love.
Your eyes so pure, they never grow up.
You stay with me, we'll never grow up, my love.

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