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this is no great illusion

when i`m with you i`m looking for a ghost

or invisible reasons

to fall out of love and run screaming from our home

because we live in a house of mirrors

we see our fears and everything

our songs, faces, and secondhand clothes

but more and more we`re suffering

not nobody, not a thousand beers

can keep us from feeling so all alone



but you are what you love

and not what loves you back

that`s why i`m here on your doorstep

pleading for you to take me back



the phone is a fine invention

it allows me to talk endlessly to you

about nothing disguising my intentions

which i`m afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue

it`s a sleight of hand, a white soul band

the heart attacks i`m convinced i have

every morning upon waking

to you i`m a symbol or a monument

your rite of passage to fufillment

but i`m not yours for the taking



but you are what you love

and not what loves you back

i guess that`s why you keep calling me back



i`m fraudulent, a thief at best

a coward who paints a bullshit canvas

things that will never happen to me

but at arms length, it`s tim who said

i`m good at it, i`ve mastered it

avoiding, avoiding everything



but you are what you love, tim

and not what loves you back

and i`m in love with illusions

so saw me in half

i`m in love with tricks

so pull another rabbit out of your hat

this is no great illusion

when i`m with you i`m looking for a ghost

or invisible reasons

to fall out of love and run screaming from our home

because we live in a house of mirrors

we see our fears and everything

our songs, faces, and secondhand clothes

but more and more we`re suffering

not nobody, not a thousand beers

can keep us from feeling so all alone



but you are what you love

and not what loves you back

that`s why i`m here on your doorstep

pleading for you to take me back



the phone is a fine invention

it allows me to talk endlessly to you

about nothing disguising my intentions

which i`m afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue

it`s a sleight of hand, a white soul band

the heart attacks i`m convinced i have

every morning upon waking

to you i`m a symbol or a monument

your rite of passage to fufillment

but i`m not yours for the taking



but you are what you love

and not what loves you back

i guess that`s why you keep calling me back



i`m fraudulent, a thief at best

a coward who paints a bullshit canvas

things that will never happen to me

but at arms length, it`s tim who said

i`m good at it, i`ve mastered it

avoiding, avoiding everything



but you are what you love, tim

and not what loves you back

and i`m in love with illusions

so saw me in half

i`m in love with tricks

so pull another rabbit out of your hat

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