Church - Why Don't You Love Me lyrics

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Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue<br />

Other times you speak with a faux (false ?) Scottish brogue<br />

Ruthless, relentless, pursuing your defenseless quarry<br />

Now you say you've been following me through my lives and deaths<br />

From the very first tears to the last failing breaths<br />

You clean up the mess, you say "I must confess" you say "I'm sorry"<br />

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Some say they've seen you outside of my door<br />

On dark, rainy nights when the light is so poor<br />

Maybe they're mistaken, or maybe you're just faking evidence<br />

They think you're a man with the body of a libertine<br />

Skin that's so white, clean daylight has never seen<br />

I wonder if you're punishment, or prison or just providence<br />

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You say "Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why<br />

Don't you love me?"<br />

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How you danced with the outlaws in the old, wild west<br />

Carried a derringer under your vest<br />

I know with a sneer you claim to have been Guinivere<br />

But I am not Lancelot, I was never King Arthur<br />

I say once again "I'm not the man that you're after"<br />

That was a different man, he ain't been here<br />

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You say "Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why<br />

Don't you love me?"<br />

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You were there in Florence as I painted the ceiling<br />

On that old river boat, saw the hands I was dealing<br />

Were you there the night I discovered LSD?<br />

You held my hand through the straights of Magellan<br />

At the medicine shore, snake-oil you were selling<br />

Wasn't that you? Wasn't that me?<br />

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You say "Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why<br />

Don't you love me?"<br />

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On the brink of the moon, at the foot of the Andes<br />

The mouth of the river, as we washed in the Ganges<br />

Pulled the arrow out my eye at Hastings<br />

You washed my brow as I lay in a fever<br />

You were the fulcrum, I was the lever<br />

I'm not a believer, it's just all your time you are wasting<br />

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You're a prisoner in a tower, a damsel in distress<br />

Love hold us in thrall, my eternal mistress<br />

You've been wife, my lover, my sister, my mother, my maid<br />

My partner, my consort, my bit on the side<br />

My darling, my sweetheart, my hope and my pride<br />

And all because of some stupid lyrics on "The Blurred Crusade"<br />

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You say "Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why<br />

Why, why, why <br />

Don't you love me?"