Love To A Monster

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Lover, now that you've left me, I'm glad you're unlovely.

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Becuase if you could take all the heat in your heart and just hang it from you,

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I wouldn't be able to bear the way you cannot love me.

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It's much easier of me make a monster out of you.



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And so here I go, substituting the glow from your temples,

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all our sighs and our trembles, and each last letter sent you

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from the cheap little pen of this weak little man- the one singing

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- out his jangling, ringing and hopefully stinging attack upon you.



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Yeah, so here I go, just exploding the hope we'll be speaking

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some day, years from now, seeking friendship and understanding.

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Yeah, I hope you get angry, and hurt, and have the hardest of landings.

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And I hope your new man thinks of me when he sees what a number I did on you.



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I grow tired of this song. Turn my eyes to the blonde in the bleachers.

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She's a lovely young creature. I think she's seeking adventure.

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I think she's ready to see that the world isn't so sweet or so tender.

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I won't break her, just bend her, and make her into my new ringer for you.



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I stay in the same comfy town, write the same old songs down, drive the same streets,

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seek the same sense of dull peace, whisper the same sweet words to the chippies.

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The same walk by the road and where the same muddy snow's finally leaving,

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But i'll fight off the spring; I don't want lovely things,I don't want the earth new.