| It seems we’ve come to a bitter end.
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| No word of affection, just contempt,
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| no reconciliation, no try to amend,
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| no touch to ease my troubled mind.
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| Tell me what drives you insane
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| I need to know, or is it just feigned?
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| For this grand love’s
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| a rough shove,
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| let-down follows let-down
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| and delusion this illusion
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| I thought we’d be something awesome
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| a sanctified, prodigious twosome
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| Tell me what drives you insane
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| for me to know, what went wrong again
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| For this grand love’s
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| a rough shove,
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| let-down follows let-down
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| and delusion this illusion
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| I can’t believe, that it’s come to this
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| and we would end up in a battle of wits
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| but there you go,
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| there you go So tell me what drives you insane
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| for a change, I need to know your pain
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| Sometimes a rough shove
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| heals an ailing love
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| after darkness comes a new dawn
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| saving hearts from the downfall
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| Or this grand love’s
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| but a rough shove,
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| let-down follows let-down
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| and delusion this illusion |