| Win often in love
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| And I have seen it go that way
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| When all the trials and failures
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| In the gloaming light fall
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| And the feelings die away
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| I’m holding on to you
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| But living it like a child
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| Playing a part
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| Get no rise
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| Unless it’s something new
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| Well if it’s 6 miles you grow
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| From your parents
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| For you that don’t seem far enough
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| It’s tearing up in you
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| I can see it in the way you cry
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| All the times you were blinded
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| By a pain you knew
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| But you’ll go telling me
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| How the waves fall and rise
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| Like it’s nothing more
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| But I’ve been having my doubts
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| That these things abound in you
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| Won’t finally overflow
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| Well there is much in a man
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| That stands to be broken
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| Fucking around
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| With the one you love
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| How do you take it back
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| Living life a porn parade
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| I was always proud
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| To be leaving in the past
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| Did I go telling you
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| Half of the ways I’d fallen around
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| When you’d open your door
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| Or that I’m having my doubts
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| That this pain abound in me
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| Hasn’t finally overgrown
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| Here I am letting my guard down
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| Will you stay around me now
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| Or will your fright of it overflow |