| Follow me down to fake streets so far
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| We were way to young, but now they’re stars
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| Cause someone’s talking of blood
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| Standing so cold in photography, their faces knew
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| And clearly showed every word that nothing comes true
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| I’m here stuck in this town no more
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| I hoped you would say, «Scratch the paper
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| And pass a moment, making us both around your shoulders
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| Let’s go for the walls, never mind who was there
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| Just think, the night is guilty and my view of the past.»
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| So now it’s obvious I’ve learned to see your bet
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| Her favorite place to sit, to forget
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| Cause no one watched or would care
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| They smile just to be safe, making sure nobody saw
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| Two dancing girls with their grins, painted on
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| Cause new years night’s to yourself, oh, now it’s '73
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| But you didn’t see it, did you?
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| Minutes call for longer
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| Finger prints show loss of blood
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| But being perfect was always hard, wasn’t it?
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| Wasn’t it? |
| Wasn’t it, to you?
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| The motivation is hard to find
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| The screams were heard but never cried
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| So tell me how do you go through
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| Tell me what brings us to this place
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| They will not be afraid
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| Only two know how sad this gets
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| The stage is set for them both
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| And on the bathroom floor, glass ready
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| There’s no turning back now |