| And all within a minute, I saw you look away
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| I knew there was something I had said
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| That caused your mind to stray
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| And all at once I felt it, the ache for a subject change
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| Do you, really want me here
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| What else is there to say
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| Things just haven’t been the same since that day
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| My darling, have they
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| We have become such melancholy people
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| Trying to get back what we lost
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| Cracks are making it so hard to see through
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| Looking glass of broken chest
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| Love is so envious of lust
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| It looks gold, she feels like rust
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| Don’t call me baby, if you can’t take care of me
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| Don’t tell me baby, making promises that you can’t keep
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| We’ve been holding on, holding on
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| For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
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| The flame is dead, the heat is gone
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| I put my sadness in a song
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| It sounded like
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| Oh-oooh-hmmmm
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| (it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
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| If there could be a world where the past did not exist
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| You can bag this all and go, go and live in it
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| But I’m stuck on memory lane
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| A neighborhood of pain
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| Where repeated mistakes become your fate
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| Beware of doubt reads the outside gate
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| Love is so envious of lust
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| It looks gold, she feels like rust
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| Don’t call me baby, if you can’t take care of me
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| Don’t tell me baby, making promises that you can’t keep
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| We’ve been holding on, holding on
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| For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
|
| The flame is dead, the heat is gone
|
| I put my sadness in a song
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| It sounded like
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| Oh-oooh-hmmmm
|
| (it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
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| (it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
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| Decay and dismay made over time
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| Forgetting to maintain what is mine
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| And all appeal is slowly lost
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| This precious mantel turns to dust
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| Don’t call me baby, if you can’t take care of me
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| Don’t tell me baby, making promises you can’t keep
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| We’ve been holding on, holding on
|
| For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
|
| The flame is dead, the heat is gone
|
| I put my sadness in a song
|
| It sounded like
|
| Oh-oooh-hmmmm
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| (it looks like gold, she feels like rust) |