| Our lives are stories, waiting to be told
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| In search of silver linings, we discovered gold
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| And judgement taught us that our hearts were wrong
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| But they’re the ones that we’ll look down upon
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| The rules say our emotions don’t comply
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| But we’ll defy the rules until we die
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| So let’s be sinners to be saints
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| And let’s be winners by mistake
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| The world may disapprove
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| But my world is only you
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| And if we’re sinners then it feels like heaven to me
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| You showed me feelings I’ve never felt before
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| We’re making enemies, knocking on the devil’s door
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| But how can you expect me not to eat,
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| When the forbidden fruit tastes so sweet?
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| So let’s be sinners to be saints
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| And let’s be winners by mistake
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| The world may disapprove
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| But my world is only you
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| And if we’re sinners then it feels like heaven to me
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| Our hearts are too ruthless to break
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| Let’s start fires for heavens sake
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| Our hearts are too ruthless to break
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| Let’s start fires for heavens sake
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| Our hearts are too ruthless to break
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| Let’s start fires for heavens sake
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| Our hearts are too ruthless to break
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| So let’s be sinners to be saints
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| And let’s be winners by mistake
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| The world may disapprove
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| But my world is only you
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| And if we’re sinners then
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| It feels like heaven
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| To me
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| And if we’re sinners then it feels like heaven to me |