| The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
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| So don’t get your hopes up
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| This life’s a contradiction, a typecast for hypocrisies
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| But you run the miles away only to sell yourself short
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| And I am the one who dreams of you
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| I dream of you, I still dream of you
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| Sirens fade from silence this is where the story ends
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| In a dream of truth they’ll never find you
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| Yellow tape and empty chalk lines, that’s all she wrote
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| Head first through a noose
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| I’d shed a tear for you, but you’re not even here
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| I scream your name for one last time
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| Can you hear me now?
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| Can you feel me now?
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| But I must move on I find reason for years of weakening disaster
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| So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?
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| There’s no hope left for solace
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| I know, I know so I let go
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| This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
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| So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache?
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| I let go of everything I loved
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| From all the bridge drops I leaver her crimson tide
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| There’s no hope left for solace
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| I know, I know so I let go
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| This blackout begins |