Silence I know I could get used to this Cunning Your scent is something I'm not going to miss Exile It's a small price to pay for bliss Alone Like a painter's dog without a bone When there's only one thing you need to own And that is hunger Hunger itself
I know we'll pick and wrench Your night just ripped and it is torn to shreds From all the lovers taken to your beds They're empty now And you think that you can love And you think that you can love And you think that you can love Someone into home
You do your disappearing act You do your disappearing act
Jealousy It's not what it's cracked up to be Envy Gets you where you need to be Alone Rather the river than your stepping stones Leave the graveyard before you turn to bones I'm tragic, your comedy Oh, baby doll The dogs are barking, they need to be fed All of the lepers your let in your head Is it empty now 'Cause you think you can love And you think that you can love And you think that you can love Someone into home
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