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Love is something of an art, |
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When we are led by such divided hearts, |
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Painted black, their centre red, |
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Beating now, |
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They're loaded with regret, |
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Full of memories that you can't neglect, |
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Of all the things that you've yet to prove, |
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Oh the times I've thought this whole thing through, |
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Lived whole lifetimes in disguise from you, |
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How can I hold to a pale idea |
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When you've given everything you can, |
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And by everything you feel, you stand? |
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But I could never belong to you, |
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For all the troubles of an onward path, |
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The confusion lacks a tragic punch, |
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When we take the desired turns, |
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All we have is all we can find, |
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No-one else can make this mine, |
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I could never belong to you, |
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Pictures in the family ark, |
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Faces faded, stories gone, |
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One sure light from eras dark, |
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Two by two they all marched on, |
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But I could never belong to you. |
