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To have and to hold for all eternity |
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Limitations and ambitions |
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Are a pretext to falling short |
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We'll be doomed, marooned and two fatalities |
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Anomalies in whispered circles |
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For pledges we could never hope to fulfill |
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But if it works for you |
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Then it works because of you |
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Not a diktat from a guild |
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For who love is servitude |
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Castigate or deprecate |
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They want heads hung in shame |
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When a union runs its course |
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For pledges we could never hope to fulfill |
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Irrepressible, irresponsible |
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Love is the wild-eyed antidote |
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To cold imperatives |
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Love is the wild-eyed antidote |
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To cold imperatives |
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Love is like the last day you'll ever live |
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So why lose that spark |
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When our paths begin to merge? |
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It's the yoke of absolutes, those pledges |
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We could never blight in compliance |
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Love is the wild-eyed antidote |
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To cold imperatives |
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Love is the wild-eyed antidote |
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To cold imperatives |
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Love has since been hijacked |
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To tether down its whims |
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Obey, obey, obey, obey |
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So the passion dilutes |
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Obey, obey, obey, obey |
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Obey, obey, obey |
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Perhaps under angry clouds |
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Of the imagined higher force |
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Refrain, refrain, refrain |
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From ending on a high note |
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Refrain, refrain, refrain, refrain |
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Refrain, refrain, refrain |
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Perhaps under angry clouds |
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Of the imagined higher force |
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Perhaps it's this and other such constraints |
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From which we must divorce |
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From which we must divorce |
