| Stand beside me
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| Tell me you don’t really know
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| Smile politely
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| through your indifferent glare
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| See a sure sign
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| A clear night pierced by a cloud
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| in the skyline
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| Gun smoke suspended in air
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| What did I miss
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| It seemed like fate was on our side
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| from the first kiss
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| When we both knew this would last
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| Her voice fades away like FM stations in the outskirts
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| We’re twisting at the dial as white noise to our remains
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| Well it’s a war cry
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| My darlin' don’t confuse love
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| with a good time
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| then we could both walk away
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| And even as the story piece by piece is torn asunder
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| And even as this house we built so strong burns all around
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| It seems that all we do is run away to dream and wonder
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| But don’t forget the oaks on Prince street never fell to ground…
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| Stuff rewinds to
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| the moment inside you
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| Stop caring like I do
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| Don’t try to devalue
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| the times that still feel true
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| The rest you can lie through
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| Stuff rewinds to
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| (One good house with the broken windows)
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| the moment inside you
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| (See it chip every time the wind blows)
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| Stop caring like I do
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| (right behind…)
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| Don’t try to devalue
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| (And all that’s left are the smoke and ashes)
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| the times that still feel true
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| (And you remember how bad the crash is)
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| The rest you can lie through
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| (Good emotion)
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| A cigarette stained with lipstick sits beside an ashtray
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| It’s the only thing left I have of you to throw away
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| If this was really fate then it’s not «if» but rather «when»
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| And all that I have left to do is save these reminders
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| Until I see you then…
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| So I implore
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| Ignore my hostile demeanor
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| You mean more
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| than I would care to admit |