| Uh-oh, my story’s not
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| The oldest of its kind
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| I was too touched to see you clearly
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| Far too young to realize
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| I, I had loved so dearly
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| You, whose world I had designed
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| But the sweet smoke came with mirrors
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| And it brought tears to my wide eyes
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| Dying just to see you
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| Dying since I misconstrued
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| Your blue heart, black eyes
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| Feigning falling, words I won’t forget
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| I died right when I saw you
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| While you shared that cigarette
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| Uh-oh, I saw you every time
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| I closed my eyes
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| In the Hughes film I had scored
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| Produced and starred in, in my mind
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| I, I could recite you well
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| I’d written every line
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| But you strayed far from my flawless script
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| On which I’d spent a lifetime
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| Falling over dead
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| Dying since I had misread
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| Your blue heart, black eyes
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| Feigning falling, words I won’t forget
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| I died right when I saw you
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| While you shared that cigarette
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| Falling over dead
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| Dying since I had misread
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| Your blue heart, black eyes
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| Feigning falling, words I won’t forget
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| I died right when I saw you
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| While you shared that cigarette |