| I knew you before the sorrow found its mark
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| Before our patchwork truth came apart
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| Possessed me to excel
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| Our brilliant days
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| Our lovely shame
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| I know you are a friend of mine
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| And these offers I cannot decline
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| Both beautiful and clandestine
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| But I dream more lives then I can live
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| I know you are a friend of mine
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| And these offers I cannot decline
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| Both beautiful and clandestine
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| But I dream more lives than I can live
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| I am weaker than this
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| It is the truth I no longer resist
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| I have no voice of my own
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| So I speak to you in this hollow tone
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| I know you are a friend of mine
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| And these offers I cannot decline
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| Both beautiful and clandestine
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| But I dream more lives than I can live
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| I know you are a friend of mine
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| And these offers I cannot decline
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| Both beautiful and clandestine
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| But I dream more lives than I can live
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| I know you are a friend of mine
|
| And these offers I cannot decline
|
| Both beautiful and clandestine
|
| But I dream more lives than I can live
|
| I know you are a friend of mine
|
| And these offers I cannot decline
|
| Both beautiful and clandestine
|
| But I dream more lives than I can live
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| I know you are a friend of mine
|
| And these offers I cannot decline
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| Both beautiful and clandestine
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| But I dream more lives than I can live |