| I’m walking fast through the traffic lights
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| Busy streets and busy lives
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| And all we know
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| Is touch and go
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| We are alone with our changing minds
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| We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time
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| And I never (never) saw you coming
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| And I’ll never (never) be the same
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| You come around and the armor falls
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| Pierce the room like a cannon boom (Pierce the room like a cannonball)
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| Now all we know is don’t let go
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| We are alone, just you and me
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| Up in your room and our slates are clean
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| Just twin fire signs
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| Four blue eyes
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| So you were never a saint
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| And I’ve loved in shades of wrong
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| We learn to live with the pain
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| Mosaic broken hearts
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| But this love is brave and wild
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| And I never (never) saw you coming
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| And I’ll never (never) be the same
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| This is a state of grace
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| This is the worthwhile fight
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| Love is a ruthless game
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| Unless you play it good and right
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| These are the hands of fate
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| You’re my Achilles heel
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| This is the golden age of something good and right and real
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| And I never (never) saw you coming
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| And I’ll never (never) be the same
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| And I never (never) saw you coming
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| And I’ll never (never) be the same
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| This is a state of grace
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| This is the worthwhile fight
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| Love is a ruthless game
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| Unless you play it good and right |