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I don't know why |
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I keep on believing you need me |
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When you've proved so many times that it ain't true |
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And I can't find one good reason for staying |
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Maybe by leaving would be the best for you |
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But these rose colored glasses |
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That I'm looking through |
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Show only the beauty' |
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Cause they hide all the truth |
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And they let me hold on to the good times, the good lines |
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The ones I used to hear when |
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I held you |
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And they keep me from feeling so cheated, defeated |
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When reflections in your eyes show me a fool |
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These rose colored glasses |
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That I'm looking through |
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Show only the beauty' |
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Cause they hide all the truth |
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So I just keep on hopin', believing |
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That maybe by counting the many times, |
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I've tried |
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You'll believe me when |
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I say, I love you |
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And I'll lay these rose colored glasses aside |
