| Do you wanna be honest, or do you wanna win?
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| You could have it all if you could gracefully give in.
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| Like when a martyr go sees a martyr.
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| Lookin' in the mirror makes you cry harder,
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| 'bout your glitterin' ball and chain.
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| In love, in love with your beautiful pain.
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| Excuses and all theories peak themelves and die.
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| Even when they don’t hold water, you try to keep them safe and dry.
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| An' trade your moan for a positive tone,
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| Reassured by ads about things you own,
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| And so we go through this again,
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| In love, in love with your beautiful pain.
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| If everything went runnin' smoothly,
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| You’d soon lose who you were.
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| Oh, the pain and hurt, for that’s your real,
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| So go on, go back to her.
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| Instrumental break.
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| You packed up all your troubles, you let me play the bars.
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| An' hiked out to the meadows and lay down on the fragrant moss.
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| Put down your own tree, then meticulously,
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| Built a cross right there and stared back at me.
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| An' climbed up on it again:
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| In love, in love with your beautiful
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| In love, in love with your beautiful
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| In love, in love with your beautiful pain. |