| Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
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| Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly
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| Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall
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| Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all
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| Losing him was blue like I'd never known
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| Missing him was dark grey all alone
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| Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
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| But loving him was red
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| Loving him was red
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| Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
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| Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song
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| Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
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| Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong
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| Losing him was blue like I'd never known
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| Missing him was dark grey all alone
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| Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
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| But loving him was red
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| Oh, red
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| Burning red
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| Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
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| Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go
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| But moving on from him is impossible
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| When I still see it all in my head
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| In burning red
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| Burning, it was red
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| Oh, losing him was blue like I'd never known
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| Missing him was dark grey all alone
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| Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
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| 'Cause loving him was red
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| Yeah, yeah, red
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| We're burning red
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| And that's why he's spinnin' 'round in my head
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| Comes back to me, burning red
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| Yeah, yeah
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| His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street |