| Inside these fits of amorous exuberance
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| Lies the brutality of words
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| The thoughts are fine
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| But the truth makes you a liar
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| So theres just one thing Ill require
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| Let go of the runaway sentimentality
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| Real love in your heart is a weapon
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| Real love gives the pain some direction
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| But if I could you know I would be your only real love
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| In me and you
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| All thoughts seem to rendezvous
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| On oceans painted by a moon
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| But thats all just runaway sentimentality
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| It says nothing about what binds you and me
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| Real love in the dark is presence
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| Real love gives the cries their resonance
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| But if I could you know I would be real
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| And if I could you know I would be real to you
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| You know I would
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| It mocks us with the shining stars
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| Reeling side to side in lonely bars
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| Sends us off tall cliffs in tumbling cars
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| Its a pattern, you see
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| Real love is the tip of the arrow
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| Real love is dangerous and harrowing
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| So put down the runaway sentimentality
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| It says nothing about what blinds you and me |