| I draw a line 'til the line starts going off course
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| In black and white, I can’t see the color
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| I don’t know what it’s moving towards
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| But I try to believe it’s true
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| Is it better to have loved and lost?
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| You grow up, paint a picture of your life
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| Like a fixture in your mind
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| And it tricks ya, once or twice
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| Or three times
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| And I know it’s not right, and I know it’s not fair
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| Sometimes you fall in love, sometimes it’s not there
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| It flickers
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| I follow light 'til my eyes can’t see it no more
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| And in the dark, I tape stars to my ceiling
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| Just waiting for something to spark
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| But I can’t confidently say
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| It’s better to have loved and lost
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| You grow up, paint a picture of your life
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| Like a fixture in your mind
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| And it tricks ya, once or twice
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| Or three times
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| And I know it’s not right, and I know it’s not fair
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| Sometimes you fall in love, sometimes it’s not there
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| It flickers
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| Magic gets lost in the mundane
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| Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in the
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| Magic gets lost in the mundane
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| Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in the
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| Magic gets lost in the mundane
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| Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in the
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| Magic gets lost in the mundane
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| Magic gets lost on Sunday, magic gets lost in
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| Magic gets lost in the world we live in
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| Magic gets lost in the world we live in |