| If I had another life
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| And not the one i’m in
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| I’d reach down into my soul
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| And find a little love within
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| I’d emerge as someone new
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| Dressed in another skin
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| Be someone who wants something more
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| And not the fool I’ve been
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| I look into your eyes to see what i can see
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| But i only see a paper face staring back at me
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| Only you can understand what love is meant to be
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| And it’s a strange thing, undoughtedly
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| I’ts a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
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| It’s a kind of love, a kind of going mad
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| It’s sometimes good, but never truly bad
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| It’s a kind of love, this strange that we have
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| And in the night
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| When sleep won’t come for free
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| A laughing dancing clown
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| In dreams that torment me
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| And there you are again
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| That photo in my pocket
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| It’s a madness in my mind
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| But i don’t know how to stop it
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| We meet in shadows after dark we run down endless streets
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| Black serpents at my back i never get to sleep
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| Red roses falling from the sky landing at my feet
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| But they turn to thorns and only make me bleed
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| It’s a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
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| It’s a kind of love, a kind of going mad
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| It’s sometimes good, but never truly bad
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| It’s a kind of love, this strange that we have
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| I keep a little memory of how it used to be
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| A bit your life in my hands from days when you loved me
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| Only you can understand what love is meant to be
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| And it’s a strange thing, undoughtedly
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| I’ts a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
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| It’s a kind of love, a kind of going mad
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| It’s sometimes good, but never truly bad
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| It’s a kind of love, this strange that we have |