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I once saw a sunset |
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So vivid and warm that I swore it was perfect |
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I once had a lover, |
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I'm not sure if I'll recover, |
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But I know it was worth it |
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Then, last night in the car, |
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The falling raindrops looked like stars |
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Of some incalculable speed |
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Then later, my friends said |
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"Good to see you again, this is a home to me" |
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So I wrote a song and I called it "The Love of my Life" |
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Said "don't be gone long", it now sings me to sleep every night |
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And I never learned a lesson looking at my own reflection, |
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But sometimes it seems useful |
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So I loosen my heart strings in high hopes |
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Of starting to find something truthful |
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Cynicism isn't wisdom, |
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It's a lazy way to say that you've been burned |
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It seems, if anything, |
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You'd be less certain after everything you ever learned |
