| Thinking back to '59
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| He held your hand, his valentine
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| Seduced you with those old love songs
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| They weren’t his words but he could do no wrong
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| He said, oh, my love
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| Marry me, let’s not wait
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| Be mine, for a lifetime, come on, it’s fate
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| Memories threaded with little beads
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| On the chain you made for me
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| With the only letter that you kept
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| In a wooden box
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| By where you slept
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| It was the written proof, it wasn’t fate
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| He was a waste of time, now it’s too late
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| Holding onto pain and apologies
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| The final words you said to me
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| «I'm sorry that I made it worse»
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| Tainted blessing, stubborn curse
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| Tear-stained cheeks
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| Cold extremities
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| The bitter sweetness of my shocked capillaries, you said
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| «Take my advice darling», I can attest
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| Never following it myself, means I know best
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| Holding onto apologies
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| The final words you said to me
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| «I'm sorry that I made it worse»
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| Tainted blessing, stubborn curse
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| Holding onto apologies
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| The final words you said to me
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| «I'm sorry that I made it worse»
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| Tainted blessing, stubborn curse
|
| Holding onto apologies
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| The final words you said to me
|
| «I'm sorry that I made it worse»
|
| Tainted blessing, stubborn curse
|
| Holding onto apologies
|
| The final words you said to me
|
| «I'm sorry that I made it worse»
|
| Tainted blessing, stubborn curse
|
| Holding onto apologies
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| The final words you said to me
|
| «I'm sorry that I made it worse»
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| Tainted blessing, stubborn curse |