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John T. Wurzer

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I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
Well it's a young artist's masterpiece that grows silly with age
It's a poem you read when they said the dead men are turning the page
And it's the call of splitting cell inside a half frozen dream
Sometimes it gets hard to tell if I mean what I mean

Well I want you to show up at my door at three am
With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen
Full of blood and water straight from the vine
Where we both were born in another time
At the edge of a lake by a holy beach
With two naked hearts that still could reach
To a place where they are from a place where they've been
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again

I can't take the hypocrisy when I look in the mirror
There's no such thing as democracy in this circle of fear
And there's no map to paradise in the icicle night
Just let me just catch a glimpse of you and I'll be feeling alright

Well I want you to show up at my door at three am
With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen
Full of blood and water straight from the vine
Where we both were born in another time
At the edge of a lake by a holy beach
With two naked hearts that still could reach
From a place where they are to a place where they've been
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again

It's getting harder to look at you without looking at me
Well after everything you've been through I'd be climbing a tree
And if it weren't for these asphalt tears that keep me chained to the street
I'd be throwing away these fears and falling straight at your feet

Well I want you to show up at my door at three am
With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen
Full of blood and water straight from the vine
Where we both were born in another time
By the edge of a lake by a holy beach
With two naked hearts that still could reach
From the place where they're are to a place where they've been
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again

It's a young artist's masterpiece that grows silly with age
It's a poem you read when they said the dead men are turning the page
And it's the call of splitting cell inside a half frozen dream
Sometimes it gets hard to tell if I mean what I mean

See I want you to show up at my door at three am
With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen
Full of blood and water straight from the vine
Where we both were born in another time
At the edge of a lake by a holy beach
With two naked hearts that still could reach
From a place where they are to a place where they've been
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me
I want you to show me how to love again
How to love again
How to love again
I want you to show me how to love again
I want you to show me how to love again

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