| She said «you always had a way with people»
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| «A way of letting them leave»
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| My hands could be the church to your fingers' steeple
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| But you talk so mean
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| She said «you know I love you»
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| I said «remind me»
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| Life moves on
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| The way life does
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| But some things are prettier
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| The way life was
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| Before we gave each other love, gave each other love
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| Life moves on
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| The way life does
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| But some things are prettier
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| The way life was
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| Before we gave each other love, love
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| And broken arms
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| Her silhouette
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| Glowed so familiar
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| Through that blood red curtain
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| I stood with strangers, gazing
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| At the girl, that I once knew
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| But I’ve grown uncertain
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| She said «It's just a bad dream»
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| But she looked too happy
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| Life moves on
|
| The way life does
|
| But some things are prettier
|
| The way life was
|
| Before we gave each other love, gave each other love
|
| Life moves on
|
| The way life does
|
| But some things are prettier
|
| The way life was
|
| Before we gave each other love, love
|
| Life moves on
|
| The way life does
|
| But some things are prettier
|
| The way life was
|
| Before we gave each other love, love
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| Life moves on
|
| The way life does
|
| But some things are prettier
|
| The way life was
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| Before we gave each other up |