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There is a place |
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Underneath the staircase |
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Where I keep the evidence |
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Of what once would offer peace |
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In a deep blue velvet box, filled with joy and pride |
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Should I pick the locks? |
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Should I peek inside? |
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Can I stand the sight of those happy days? |
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Should I strike a match, burn them all away?' |
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Cause you stole my bell and you broke my chime |
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And the clock spins 'round but it won't keep time |
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There are many lovely girls in this cold and loveless world |
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But not one is the equal of you, heaven knows how much |
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I love you |
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But not one is the equal of you, heaven knows how much |
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I love you |
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So here we are |
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But it's not quite like we thought |
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Those things were priceless then |
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Now I know, they can't be bought |
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In a deep blue velvet box, fastened with a pin |
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Should I lift the lid? |
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Should I look within? |
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Was it my last chance or my first mistake? |
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Is it just a step that we'll never take?' |
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Cause you stole my bell and you broke my chime |
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And the clock spins 'round but it won't keep time |
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There are many lovely girls in this cold and loveless world |
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But not one is the equal of you, heaven knows how much |
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I love you |
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But not one is the equal of you, heaven knows how much |
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I love you |
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But not one is the equal of you, heaven knows how much |
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I love you |
