| I know this place, it smells like innocence lost
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| We left the traces of the sins we bought
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| But I wouldn’t change a thing!
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| (Wouldn't change a thing! Wouldn’t change a thing!)
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| It’s just a waking dream
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| Look at the wake, from the stardust pouring from your eyes
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| It’s no mistake, you are perfect, you are perfect in my mind
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| And you won’t fade away
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| I know this face, it’s so familiar
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| I’m sure I know you, but it’s all a blur
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| Now I can’t recall a thing
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| (Wouldn't change a thing! Wouldn’t change a thing)
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| It’s such a wicked dream
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| Look at the wake, from the stardust pouring from your eyes
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| It’s no mistake, you are perfect, you are perfect in my mind
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| And you won’t fade away
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| Praise to the memory, living inside of me
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| Host to entirety, writing my story
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| Lusting and gluttony; |
| So unbecoming
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| The stardust is making me blind
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| But you won’t be left behind
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| The memory is here to remind
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| Look at the wake, from the stardust pouring from your eyes
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| It’s no mistake, you are perfect, you are perfect in my mind
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| Look at the wake, from the stardust pouring from your eyes
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| It’s no mistake, you are perfect, you are perfect
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| [Look at the, look at the wake pouring from your eyes
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| Look at the, look at the wake, you are perfect in my mind
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| And you won’t fade away] |