| Love is something of an art
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| When we are led by such divided hearts
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| Painted black, their centre red
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| Beating now
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| They’re loaded with regret
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| Full of memories that you can’t neglect
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| Of all the things that you’ve yet to prove
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| Oh the times I’ve thought this whole thing through
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| Lived whole lifetimes in disguise from you
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| How can I hold to a pale idea
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| When you’ve given everything you can
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| And by everything you feel, you stand
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| But I could never belong to you
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| For all the troubles of an onward path
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| The confusion lacks a tragic punch
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| When we take the desired turns
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| All we have is all we can find
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| No-one else can make this mine
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| I could never belong to you
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| Pictures in the family ark
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| Faces faded, stories gone
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| One sure light from eras dark
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| Two by two they all marched on
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| But I could never belong to you |