| April is the cruellest month of all.
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| All that hope
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| Breathing itself into everything.
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| Making you think something’s coming.
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| Well you lose yourself more than you want to win
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| And your ship ain’t coming in.
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| But one day it will, one day it will.
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| So until, remember…
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who give and get nothing back at all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| And I don’t know if there’s a God above.
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| If he’s watching us.
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| If he’s keeping a score while we barter some more:
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| Bargaining for a just a few seconds more.
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| Suffer the weak, suffer the little ones.
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| Tell me, what have they done?
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| But I have to believe there’s reason to be;
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| Reason to keep holding on.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who give and get nothing back at all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who give and get nothing back at all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all.
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| Ooh, blessed are those who love and lose it all. |