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Just he uses love for sex |
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And sure she uses sex for love |
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And they're both hoping for the best |
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I also have that dream you're thinking of |
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If we place a blindfold on our eyes |
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Iron and gold appear the same |
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It's intense hope that makes us try |
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So we go on and play the game |
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And once again we get attached |
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And think we've found the answer |
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Here we go again |
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Ran into many walls |
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But I know I'll get that answer |
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Here we go again |
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We loved not wisely but to well... |
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We're hoping (s)he will be the one |
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But we never learn from our mistakes |
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And bassed on beauty love soon dies |
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Then we make our move to separate |
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Yes iron and gold appear the same |
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But one is costly to obtain |
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And I'll be the only onle blame |
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If I resist I know I'll gain |