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Love is wrong, it sings a hopeless song |
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It longs for bitter disappointment and tears, and tears |
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It calls to all that used to be |
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And it yearns for someone who was tender but untrue |
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Love is blind, it?s helplessly inclined |
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To bind itself to discontentment and fears, and fears |
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It [Incomprehensible] on nights that might have been |
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Love needs nothing more to do |
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My darling, so I hold each little talking |
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We knew, we knew |
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Endlessly I unfold each word we've spoken |
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We two, we two |
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Love is mad, it?s beautiful but bad |
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It gladly weeps when disillusion appears, appears |
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And so I cling to yesterday while I?m hopelessly in love |
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While I?m hopelessly in love with you |
