Opaline

I hear the police outside my window
 I can hear them talking on their radios
 Well, I keep my head underneath my pillow
 Pray that they're gonna leave me alone
 Oh, Opaline
 Make believe that you still love me
 Oh, Opaline
 It's hard to see reality
 When you've got no love at all
 There's nothing worse than a hearse driving slow
 Out on the tollway, stopping at the tolls
 No change, no E-Z Pass, what a way to go
 There's nothing worse than a hearse driving slow
 Oh, Opaline
 Make believe that you still love me
 Oh, Opaline
 It's hard to see reality
 When you've got no love at all
 I'd like to find out why she had to go
 My heart wants what a heart can't control
 Now I hang in the air as the light gets cold
 And I hide in her shadows
 Welcome her home
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 Oh, Opaline
 Make believe that you still love me
 Oh, Opaline
 It's hard to see reality
 When you've got no love at all