| The memory escapes me now
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| It’s a burning bed of roses
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| Siding in the tall trees
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| Lying on the forest floor
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| I can tell that things have changed
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| I’m dreaming in colors
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| Faces of ex-lovers
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| Swelling on the acting day
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| I was on the losing side
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| I was always trying to hide
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| HIDING IN YOUR PALE SHADOWS
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| I tell you I’ve been wanting you back
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| I don’t even know I like it
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| HIDING IN YOUR PALE SHADOWS
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| When the walls break down it’s a beautiful thing
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| Oh, the walls break down, it’s a beautiful thing
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| I know where you make your home
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| That’s the ritual of romance left
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| My last chance, wonder I will ask you little by little
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| Did you get what you came for? |
| Little by little
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| Did you get what you came for?
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| I was on the losing side
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| I was always trying to hide
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| HIDING IN YOUR PALE SHADOWS
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| I tell you I’ve been wanting you back
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| I don’t even know I like it
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| HIDING IN YOUR PALE SHADOWS
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| When the walls break down it’s a beautiful thing
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| Oh, the walls break down, it’s a beautiful thing
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| And the light is so much more when you lie to me and you
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| Oh, the walls break down, it’s a beautiful thing
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| Oh, the walls break down
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| Oh, the walls break down
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| Oh, the walls break down
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| Oh, the walls break down |