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I wrote a tune 'bout loving the moon, 'bout two years ago

And I held it oh so close only 'cause he told me he loved me so

Soon I could taste his heart, I would break like promises he made

And that was my final straw

Waited a year for him to prove me wrong

Now that same tune hides under the pillows of my bedroom

And I dream but they're all about you

Oh, maybe I might finally get it right

I'm not one for myths

But I remember this

The climb of Sisyphus