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I want to cut off all my hair And go out walking in the cold Carve myself a new hole And talk just like before I want to starve myself of blankets And sleep here on the floor Oh God, don't let this be love. Stop calling me your lover We'll stop talking on the phone Well, such a pretty voice Just makes me miss the dial tone So I'm gonna rip out my own heart Whom so clearly has betrayed My quest for being lonely And my promise of the same. Well, if I had a choice And I'm only partly sure I do I'd gather up all my things And I'd leave town and I'd leave you Take up a residence Just off the coast And drown a year or two Oh God, don't let this be love. Letras de cancionesAnd if winter fell upon you Well I'd be outside in the snow Not thinkin' about your red hat No not missin' you at all I'd light up a new bad habit Start talking in the night If I ever thought of you, I'd say Well, I still think I was right. Well, the bird at my new window Soon be outside my new door Askin' me for flowers And of what had come before Then I'd do my best to tell her That I ain't never been in love But God, I ain't so sure. So I took to writing postcards Send greetings from the coast It's a shame I lost your address But I'm sure by now you've moved So I'll never get the change to see Your new home up in flames Well if I had a match then you'd be Certain that would change. (Thanks to Nafis for these lyrics) From Letras Mania