| I keep waiting for the part
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| We start painting this work of art
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| I’m running a fiction film in my head
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| Of what you and me could be
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| Of what you and me should be
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| Oh it’s too late, too late, too late
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| We’ve turned to dust
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| Yeah it’s too late, too late, too late
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| I had to bury us
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| I thought love was going to be beautiful
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| Feel like I wore colour to a funeral
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| We’re born and we died
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| I know I’ll be alright
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| It’s just that I thought love was gonna be beautiful
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| I wore colour to a funeral
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| We’re faded
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| There’s only grey and water
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| And it’s like we traded lonely for landmines
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| Been holding a picture frame
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| In my mind I thought you and me could be
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| Cos the one that I own is empty
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| Oh it’s too late, too late, too late
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| We’ve turned to dust
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| Yeah it’s too late, too late, too late
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| I had to bury us
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| I thought love was going to be beautiful
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| Feel like I wore colour to a funeral
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| We’re born and we died
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| I know I’ll be alright
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| It’s just that I thought love was gonna be beautiful
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| I thought love was gonna be beautiful
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| I thought love was gonna be beautiful
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| But I feel like I wore colour to a funeral
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| Told me love was immortal, no
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| So how come I am standing
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| How come I am standing on the grave
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| So how come I am standing
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| How come I am standing on the grave
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| So how come I am standing
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| How come I am standing on the grave
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| I thought love was gonna be beautiful
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| I thought love was gonna be beautiful
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| But I feel like I wore colour to a funeral |