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I woke up with a black cross on my thumb
you painted it up side down
you knew it would make me laugh
you moved your lips in a special way while talking
it reminded me of a boy I once used to love
I asked about your age
you said you'd rather stay away from questions like that
I figured out you were younger than I
but I couldn't care less
everything you said sounded like a song
and when you sang I wanted to cry
and when you played I almost died
I sad I could stay up all night listening to you
but morning had already come
you sang about a clown and a rope dancer
you sang about cold fingertops and broken hearts
you sang about old sheets with her smell on
you sang about left clothes you hade already thrown
god is good if he ever lets me be with you again
god is good if he ever lets me fall asleep to your voice again

Don't missunderstand, I could never fall in love with you
don't ask me if it hurts
 we both know
I don't belive in love
I've heard it's just a four letter word