| It is hard to hear what you’re saying
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| And it is not because it’s not loud
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| It’s 'cause I know the truth remaining
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| And I’m not proud
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| 'Cause I look to you to make me work harder
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| And now you have given up
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| And I think fear, time and pale love haven’t faded
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| And I’m not sure what you’re sure of
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| 'Cause pale love is loose around the seams
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| Pale love is quiet, then it screams
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| Pale love covers over dreams
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| It pushes and it shoves
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| It’s the worst thing I can think of
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| You deserve a heart that’s bright
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| A home and an open road
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| You deserve to live at least until you’re dead
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| And if this is the only thing you know
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| If you’re looking for a pretty picture, look at her
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| And if you want to live the truth, look at me
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| Pretty soon all these big things won’t matter
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| And you’ll see your ghosts retreating
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| Showing you real love is lighter than air
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| Real love won’t deny that it is there
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| Real love rises above
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| It’s what you and I are made of
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| It’s the calm within your heart
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| And it won’t keep us apart
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| 'Cause it’s the way it’s supposed to start
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| Real love, real love, real love
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| 'Cause pale love is the worst thing I can think of |