When I'm not being honest, I'll pretend that you were just some lover
Now I can't think of there without thinking of you
I doubt that comes as surprise
And I can't think of anything to dream about
I can't find anywhere to hide
And when I'm hanging on, by the rings around my eyes,
And convince myself I need another
For a minute it gets easier to pretend that you were just some lover.
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