| To know love is to ache;
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| hurt yourself and repent
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| For in the end all is gone;
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| lights go out, your time is spent
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| If I were you I would retract and lock my heart
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| Concede defeat and admit I was off the mark
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| If I were you I would turn away and hide my face
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| Swallow my pride and then finish ere it’s all disgrace
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| All of our dreams now laid on the sand
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| To wait by the perilous tides
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| To be washed away into the depths
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| And sink without a trace
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| Just a fool’s hope remains
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| To rejoice is to lapse;
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| fool yourself and repent
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| Mirth will soon turn into woe,
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| reveries to contempt
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| If I were you I would now bring the curtain down
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| Accept my lot and thus fathom out my own bounds
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| If I were you I would rue the day when I was born
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| Cleanse all in life and redeem myself from scorn
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| Remember these words when tide is turning
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| The less you hope for, the less you suffer
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| If you dare to trust, then you shall shatter
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| Lunge from the heights and fall to smithereens
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| And when you come here with charred wings and a defiled heart
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| Wait not for compassion or words of consolation
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| For only a gleeful smile is greeting you |