| Right from the spark we hit it off
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| I knew that someday we would break each other’s hearts, hearts
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| See I’m not good at being wrong
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| And you are terrible being on somebody’s arm, arm
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| Petardu
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| Petardu
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| Through circumstance our friends discuss, between the fireworks our scars seem
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| to connect us, to connect us
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| We carried on and fooled ourselves
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| Ignoring everything that’s clear to everyone else, everyone else
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| Petardu (this little fuse we lit made something in you)
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| Petardu (this little fuse we lit made something)
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| Petardu (I'd never seen a better colour in you)
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| Petardu (I'd never seen a better colour)
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| Now we’re related by blood
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| Someone else’s blood
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| Separated from us to someone else’s love
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| Petardu (this little fuse we lit made something in you)
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| Petardu (this little fuse we lit made something)
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| Petardu (I'd never seen a better colour in you)
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| Petardu (I'd never seen a better colour)
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| Right from the start, so incomplete
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| But out of nothing we create another heartbeat
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| Another heartbeat |