| This place a palace of light drawn with shade
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| Of silence and pretence a token of our trade
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| And here you and I lie wreathed in flames
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| All over a life lived by making up new games
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| Of gazes and whispers
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| I want you to know I still love you
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| Even though we’ve been dancing on broken glass
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| Parade all your memories
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| for the moments we shared
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| Never fade away
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| I want you to know I still love you
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| When I walk down the memory lane
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| Where the night swears its love to the stars
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| There will be no more tears today
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| We shared a penchant for cyanide praise
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| Fashioned our armours of empathy’s malaise
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| And all of that hurt, and all of those words that we said
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| You’d think we poisoned the ground on which we tread
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| But the lining is silver
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| I want you to know I still love you
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| Even though we’ve been dancing on broken glass
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| Parade all your memories
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| for the moments we shared
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| Never fade away
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| I want you to know I still love you
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| When I walk down the memory lane
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| Where the night swears its love to the stars
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| There will be no more tears today
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| The best of intentions will not see the road paved
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| The end of illusions, who could ever be saved
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| What’s left behind in the storms that we braved
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| The troubles we find and the chances we waived
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| We’re going where dreams really come true
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| And we won’t be held back by our fears
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| Come hell or high water
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| We’ll trust there’s a life for us here this way |