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We play these parlour games |
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We play at make believe |
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When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave |
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Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try |
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We go straight past pretending |
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To the part where everybody loves to cry |
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Indoor fireworks |
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Can still burn your fingers |
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Indoor fireworks |
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We swore we were safe as houses |
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They're not so spectacular |
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They don't burn up in the sky |
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But they can dazzle or delight |
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Or bring a tear |
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When the smoke gets in your eyes |
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You were the spice of life |
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The gin in my vermouth |
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And though the sparks would fly |
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I thought our love was fireproof |
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Sometimes we'd fight in public darling |
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With very little cause |
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But different kinds of sparks would fly |
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When we got on our own behind closed doors |
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It's time to tell the truth |
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These things have to be faced |
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My fuse is burning out |
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And all that powder's gone to waste |
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Don't think for a moment dear that we'll ever be through |
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I'll build a bonfire of my dreams |
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And burn a broken effigy of me and you |
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