| Used to be, I could make the pieces fit
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| Break the edges, force fit all of this
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| How could I ever be so wrong?
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| At our base, we are doomed once we begin
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| Kinda makes you wonder, «What's the sense?»
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| How could I ever be so wrong?
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| And I know that
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| Fate keeps loathing
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| I can’t help (But go back to it)
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| A flame still burns (At the back of it)
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| And although (There is a lack of it)
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| I wont forget how…
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| Simply put, what’s done is dead and gone
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| Can’t forget, not for very long
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| There is no pride involved in love.
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| You can’t manufacture happiness
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| Try forever, you would be remissed
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| There is no pride involved in love,
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| No pride involved.
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| And all that I know is that
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| I know nothing
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| I can’t help (But go back to it)
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| A flame still burns (At the back of it)
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| And although (There is a lack of it)
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| I wont forget how…
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| You made me feel alive
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| But nothing lasts forever
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| Yet something deep inside
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| It takes me home again
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| I can’t help (But go back to it)
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| A flame still burns (At the back of it)
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| And although (There is a lack of it)
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| I wont forget how…
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| You made me feel alive
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| But nothing lasts forever
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| Yet something deep inside
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| It takes me home again
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| And all that I know is that
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| I know nothing
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| All that I know is I know nothing |