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You're three sides of my eight sided circle |
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Two lovers, juxtaposed red doorways. |
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Broken window frames colour her eyes in with black lines, |
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Let it all run down. |
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Let it all run down. |
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It's one way to opt for a horizon |
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'Cause in my opinion |
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It's one way to say we're abandoned |
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And we don't belong here at all |
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There's no explanation or forewarning underneath all the crimson linings. |
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We approach the streets with a clear conscience, |
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We'll survive, |
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Let it all fall down. |
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Let it all fall down. |
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It's one way to opt for a horizon, |
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And not to mention |
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It's one way to say we're abandoned, |
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And we don't belong here at all. |
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And romance just is... |
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Slow it all down, the damage is done. |
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Play the music loud, don't make a sound. |
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Let's raise a toast to a sad story, |
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In a dirty cup, in a dirty cup, |
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You made it, you made it hurt so bad. |
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You made it hurt so bad. |
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With a little poison we can burn this whole place down to the ground again. |