| You liked it so much in the city
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| You know I could not stand it there
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| You liked to get lost in the people
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| And pretent that they really care
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| Well you know you’re such a bad imposter
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| Hiding your wings beneath your coat
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| Cause I watched your footprints making patterns
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| Away from me into the snow
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| Now I don’t believe in nothing anymore
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| Cause love is permanent not temporary
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| And it’s driven straight into our chests, then buried
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| Much too deep to just pull out like weeds in a garden
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| It’s permanent, I’m sorry…
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| So lately I’ve been going crazy
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| Trying to get you off my mind
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| Cause thoughts of you hang just like pictures
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| And gather dust over the time
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| Well we hung them up just like real lovers
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| And drove our nails into the wall
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| Cause we thought they’d be there forever
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| But we weren’t permanent at all…
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| And it’s getting much too hard to see you now
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| If love is permanent not temporary
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| And it’s driven straight into our chests, then buried
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| Much too deep to just pull out like weeds in a garden
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| It’s permanent, I’m sorry…
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| If love is permanent not temporary
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| And it’s driven straight into our chests, then buried
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| Much too deep to just pull out like weeds in a garden
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| It’s permanent, I’m sorry…
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| I’m sorry it’s permanent, I’m sorry it’s permanent, oh… oh… |