| I am your darkest oppression, the one that you hide
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| The theory of peaceful, the strangest disguise
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| And I know that you have the fight in ya my love
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| So take a look at this picture and open your eyes
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| The smallest resemblance of what you can’t buy
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| And I know that you have the heart in ya my love
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| And hope the ache you keep quiet won’t eat you alive
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| I am your deepest regret oh the one you hold dear
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| The farthest you’ve gone is still bringing you near
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| And I know that you’ve got the fight in ya my love
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| So grab a hold of this picture, remember it well
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| Cause one day it’ll save you from heaven and hell
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| And I know that you’ve got the heart in ya my love
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| And hope the ache you keep quiet won’t eat you alive
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| So take it out, don’t put it in, the simple times you hope begin
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| Like caviar and cigarettes could ever snub your regrets
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide
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| And hope the ache you keep quiet won’t eat you alive
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| You’d better hope that the lovers collide |