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So desperate that what you wanted was a trick to make you happy |
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Was it love or was it acting? |
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And I must admit I got rushed into this it was misleading |
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From quick to love to quickly fleeting |
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You wore an empty white dress |
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And waged war with our thoughtless dissonance |
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Surely this can't be love, so let it go |
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I keep a black portrait of a white home |
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Because even dreams can be mistaken |
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I keep a black portrait of a white home |
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It's not your dream you're just mistaken |
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You wore an empty white dress |
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And waged war with our thoughtless dissonance |
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Surely this can't be love, so let it go |
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I keep all my answers |
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Under lock and key so I can drift away |
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Because when I find love I let it go |
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A dozen roses can fool you for a while |
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But it's not enough to save you |
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Rushing forward can fool you for a while |
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But it's not enough to save you |
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It's not enough to save you |
