| When I said, the good die young
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| And you tried to bite my tongue
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| Love came between us
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| Between us
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| And capture feels like freedom
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| At last
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| When we end the nameless search
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| Hearts that trust a flimsy perch
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| Feel like they’re flying
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| Illusion
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| Or proof that pure surrender leads hope
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| In silent conversation
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| I hear you
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| Try, though I may try
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| I will never understand
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| To pull me close you look away
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| But a whisper still commends
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| Passions I have never known
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| Confusion sometimes leads the way, oh whoa
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| Try, though I may try
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| I will never understand
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| To pull me close you look away
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| But a whisper still commends
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| Passions I have never known
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| Confusion sometimes leads the way
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| Yes, the dreams that once fell through
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| Must have been reserved for two
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| Dreams like between us
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| Imagine
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| The tears of our mistakes no more
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| When the love that came between us comes home
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| Yes, the tears of our mistakes no more
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| When the love that came between us comes home |