| Got a one way ticket
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| And I don’t know where
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| I am going I just don’t care
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| Sitting back on the couch
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| Writing songs I’ll never sing
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| With a suitcase and a souvenir
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| Memories are always near
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| Postcards and silhouettes
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| Are all that’s left of this broken heart
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| Where does the love go?
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| Where does the love go?
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| Is it in the attic that we left behind?
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| Is it by the paper and the pen you left to dry?
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| Waiting in the departure lounge
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| Counting all the scars you left
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| Empty bottles, and a burning smell
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| Follow me like the lonely wolf
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| And the worst part is:
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| That we had it all
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| But I guess
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| We’ll never know
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| It’s so easy to say goodbye
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| But its harder
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| To save a life
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| Where does the love go?
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| Where does the love go?
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| Is it in the bedroom by your dirty sheets?
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| Is it hiding in the backgrounds where our eyes never meet?
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| I won’t believe a word you said
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| For the audience in bed
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| You can say all you want
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| But forever will come too
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| I will meet you by the same place we fell so long ago
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| And this time I won’t wake up so soon
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| Where does the love go?
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| Where does the love go?
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| Why was I fool to believe in this fairytale?
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| When all you did was kill the orchid and its dream
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| Got a one way ticket to I don’t know where… |