Love doesn't love me 
Love doesn't love me 
It hovers just above me 
Smiling cruel and lovely 
Love doesn't doesn't love me 

Style without substance 
Flesh limits functions 
Lust without emotion 
Body without passion 
Love doesn't doesn't love me 

And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 
And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 

And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 
And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 

Doesn’t, doesn’t 

Life doesn't live here 
Life doesn't live here 
It won't let me leave you 
It won't let me leave you 
Love doesn't doesn't love me 

And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 
And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand 
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand 

And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 
And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand 
Doesn’t, doesn’t 

And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 
And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand 
Sand, sand, slipping, the sand 

And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 
And the sand slipping through my hand 
And the water washes by 

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand 
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