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Got a faded photograph |
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Burned at one edge |
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Lit that fire when you thought |
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Love was dead |
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Sign it with an autograph |
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Ex's and oh's |
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There is no love left |
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In those sepia tones |
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Tell me what you want? |
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Your family and friends think |
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We can't pretend |
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We can't be friends |
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To make amends with the end |
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White like a wedding gown |
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Just dye it black |
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Gifts from the registry |
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Guess we'll give them back |
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And I burnt the pictures |
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Of a then blushing bride |
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But now there's nothing |
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But a house to divide |
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Tell me that you want it? |
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Just for old times sake |
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We can't agree |
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To disagree |
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Hear my plea and move on |
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Tell me that you love another? |
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But you still love me |
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You can go to hell, it'll suit you well |
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It'll match your cold black heart |
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Your cold black heart |