| Guess I didn’t read to
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| The bit where he met
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| A new capulet
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| Where there’s smoke
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| There’s usually fire
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| Where there’s love
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| There’s 'sposed to be more than desire
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| Still it hurt as the best of me
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| Heard as the rest of me said
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| 'I love you but I’ve chosen hurt instead'
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| I’ll know if you read this
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| Then you found the note
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| And you saw what I wrote
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| So if you’ve loved and lost
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| I guess you pay the cost
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| In heart, and hurt, and pain and suffering
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| Maybe now you see that
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| Where there’s smoke
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| There’s usually fire
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| Where there’s love
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| There’s 'sposed to be more than desire
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| Still it hurt as the best of me
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| Heard as the rest of me said
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| 'I love you but I’ve chosen hurt instead'
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| And if my heart was made of gold
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| Would that have stopped it growing cold
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| And would that weight on both my
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| Shoulders be lighter
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| If my heart was made of gold oh…
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| Ohhhh
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| Where there’s smoke
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| There’s usually fire
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| Where there’s love
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| There’s 'sposed to be more than desire
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| Where there’s smo-o-o-o-oke, there’s usually fire
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| Where there’s love
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| There’s 'sposed to be more than desire
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| Still it hurt as the best of me
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| Heard as the rest of me said…
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| 'I love you but I’ve chosen hurt instead'
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| 'I love you but I’ve chosen hurt instead' |