-I cannot help you
When you come again
Lying in my hedgerow
Lying in my bed
And I wish I didn't love you
And I long - at your command -
And I wish I didn't love you
And I long to be not where I am
I cannot answer
Ten phone calls a day
Lies like a cancer
Spreading everywhere
I cannot answer
Ten phone calls a day
Sun in the darkroom
Exposing everything
I long to be not where I am
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