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Nautilus Pompilius - I want to be with you
1
I did try to go out of love
I would took razor blades and corrected myself
Hid myself in the basement I cut there
Leather bends straps and belts that tighted and tied the weak chest
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I so want to be with you
And I shall be with you
Room with the white white ceiling and
With right for the hope
Room with the white white ceiling and
With belief in love
2
Name of yours long ago got different one
For good eyes of yours lost the colour of them
Drunken doctor did say that you had been gone
The fireman gave certificate that your home had been burnt
(But) I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I so want to be with you
And I shall be with you
Room with the white white ceiling and
With right for the hope
Room with the white white ceiling and
With belief in love
3
I was breaking glass
Like chocolate in hands
And cut and cut these fingers
For purpose that they
Can never never touch you no more
And I looked in there faces and couldn't forgive
Them all, them, that they don't have you
And that they are alive
(But) I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I so want to be with you
And I shall be with you
Room with the white white ceiling and
With right for the hope
Room with the white white ceiling and
With belief in love
