| She flew across the sea
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| We talked on a small screen
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| A cubism dream
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| The most beautiful squares I’d ever seen
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| The canvas was free
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| A gift good mother gave to me
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| We joked at how they talked so differently
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| I will never know what had rot my heart
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| It just came and went in the dark
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| I had changed into the certain kind of man
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| That could break your heart with his own hands
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| We were to scan our own towns
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| And make good on what we found
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| Oh, what a fool I was to think
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| That I could get by on a smile and a wink
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| I make a friend, I make you sick
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| Could you even imagine a kiss?
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| We spoke of how we talked so differently
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| I spoke of how I felt so differently
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| I will never know what had rot my heart
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| It just came and went in the dark
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| I had changed into the certain kind of man
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| That could break your heart with his own hands
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| So in Australia, on Halloween
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| I proved what our love meant to me
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| The suffering, the struggling
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| I did it for you
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| I did it for me
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| I did it for me
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| I did it for me
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| I did it for me |