She's no medicine for the ticking of the clock
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When you're dying of thirst
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Not the smile at your very worst joke
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That blasts from the scaffolds
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Not the priciest wine
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You drink without a hangover
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No flower garden in bloom
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Not one from a thousand nights
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Not the end of all my waiting
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No, more than I'd really wanna admit
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She's no lame excuse for what I'd have liked to be
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No stick to beat with
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No guarantee at all for a long happy life
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She's no answer to the question of our existence
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Not the loveliest symphony in the movie called the two of us
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Not the clean cool bed that can take my fevers away
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Not the rhythm of my heart
Not the purest conscience
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She didn't come at the right time
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And I don't care either
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Because more than I'd really wanna admit
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Between everything I had and how that suddenly came alive
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What's sketched in pencil
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Can be filled in with color
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Between never a thing going on and everything to experience
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Between never, and maybe, now and then
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So many singers, so many words
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But whatever anyone tries, no comparison is right
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Maybe it's kinda simple
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But all I wanna hear is
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She makes the difference, she makes the difference
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Because she's no good talk nobody's waiting for
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Not the flag I fight under
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No advice for all my complaints
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Not the very last way out we hadn't thought about for ages
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But more than I'd really wanna admit she makes the difference