| We did not ask how things were defined
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| Some pieces were missing but the puzzle looked fine
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| One day we look up from inside a song
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| Something felt more right
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| Something was wrong
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| Shouldn’t we regret love like this?
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| It’s not a shame its tenderness
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| But we made a mess
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| And that is how we will be remembered here
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| That is how we will be remembered here
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| Months go by you with your wife
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| It takes time to disassemble a whole life
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| And I can’t ask you for anything, I take what I get
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| Aren’t other people and saints more than I deserver?
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| Or maybe it’s true I don’t deserve you
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| Should I regret a love like this?
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| It’s not a shame its tenderness
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| But we made a mess
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| And that is how we will be remembered here
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| That is how we will be remembered here
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| It the end of an era so unexpected
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| Clear as the line on the palm of your hand
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| You and I we started to stumbling
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| Into the next dance we didn’t plan this
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| Death of our friends in the sand
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| We can’t regret a love like this
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| It’s not a shame its tenderness
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| But we made a mess
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| And that is how we will be remembered here
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| That is how we will be remembered here |