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On the one side, truth towers like a cliff |
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On the other side, love dangles by a thread |
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And here is a climber who cannot find his eyes |
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And a falling woman wishing she was dead |
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Both side, why is it always bittersweet? |
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And the broken cloudy days |
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when I need the sun's heat |
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I need the heat, oh both ways |
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Why is it always bittersweet |
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And the broken cloudy days |
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When I need the sun's heat |
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Oh, I need the heat |
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Why, why is it bittersweet? |
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And the broken cloudy days |
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Is when I need the sun's heat |
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I need the heat |
