| Wasted days, I’m caught up in the fruitless chase
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| Wanting more than anything that’s come before
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| And I wish I didn’t have to choose
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| When I know there is so much to lose
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| Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
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| Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
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| Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
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| Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
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| Simple things, simple things
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| Holding out, feeling that it just might come
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| Cursing doubt that keeps you from the perfect one
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| And I wish I didn’t have to choose
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| When I know there is so much to lose
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| Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
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| Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
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| Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
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| Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
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| Simple things, simple things
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| I’m torn between what I know and what I dream |