| I hear a sigh, longing for loving in this life
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| The how and the why, that keeps us running through the night
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| Touching divine, for me it has only your face
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| I’m looking to find pieces of wisdom I’ve misplaced
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| I don’t make the rules dear
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| You don’t hear the symphony I hear
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| We don’t get a dollar bill for every shining tear
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| Fictitious and so real
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| Love’s a onetime deal
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| With a delicious dark appeal
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| And a religious kind of zeal
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| So precious, yet surreal
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| Life’s a onetime deal
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| With a delicious dark appeal
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| And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
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| Witnessing fault in every pawn in the game
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| The only one called proudly answers to my name
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| No I don’t know why love is a thief in the night
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| The one that you try, your most devoted guide
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| We don’t make the rules dear
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| We don’t hear the symphony they hear
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| We don’t get a dollar bill for every shining tear
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| Fictitious and so real
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| Love’s a onetime deal
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| With a delicious dark appeal
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| And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
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| So precious, yet surreal
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| Life’s a onetime deal
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| With a delicious dark appeal
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| And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
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| So thank you for choosing me, playing me, displaying me
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| And selling me to slavery, yeah
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| Thank you for using me, flaying me, erasing me
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| Awarding me for bravery
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| Fictitious and so real
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| Love’s a onetime deal
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| With a delicious dark appeal
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| And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
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| So precious, yet surreal
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| Life’s a onetime deal
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| With a delicious dark appeal
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| And a religious kind of zeal, yeah |