| Whatever hearts we break
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| Whatever beds we’ve made
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| Our every domino will come down
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| Whatever love we gave
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| It was alive then stayed too late
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| In the kaleidoscope of sundown
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| The ever-reckless wonder
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| I let us lumber down the sadder road to sometime
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| But when our best hits bottom
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| Surrender hollers like a dynamo that’s on fire
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| Whenever I fall I make it sensational
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| I make it no less than awesome
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| One wretched blossom come may
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| I’ll never un-break your day
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| You’ll never talk me honest come hell or harvest… no way
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| All shock and no shine
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| Never having minds in my darkest time to turn to
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| And when the words are wanting
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| I am afraid I might stay and softly break
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| We measure our time in pleasant yet wounded orbits
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| In the once hungry days of fairly ordinary life
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| In the warm fist revelation soul kiss
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| Wide awake and mostly done
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| There’s a lesson or turnaround so tell me…
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| Are we learning?
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| Are we turning?
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| Or are we burning to the ground?
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| Chrous
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| Whenever I fall I make it sensational
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| Don’t bother, don’t try, don’t call
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| ‘cause i’m gone |