| I thought that it
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| would make some sense
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| thought it meant something
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| And outside two dancing leaves
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| that twist and curl
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| cold spring in Paris
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| And I thought that your love
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| would make the dark a little brighter
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| and I thought that your love
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| would make this weight a little lighter
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| Some place so warm
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| sheltered and pure
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| how did we get there
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| And it seems not long ago
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| when suddenly this rain
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| made us draw the blinds
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| Cause I thought that your love
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| would make the dark a little brighter
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| cause I thought that your love
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| would make this weight a little lighter
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| We’re hiding an abyss in our hearts
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| there’s a secret, dark and forbidding
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| that we won’t give a away
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| until the day
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| all promises get lost in fire
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| And when all the doors have been closed
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| all the chords are played and all songs sung
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| we turn our face to the sun
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| still dreaming of
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| another fragile myth
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| somewhere, sometime
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| Cause I thought that your love
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| would make the dark a little brighter
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| cause I thought that your love
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| would make this weight a little lighter
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| I thought that it
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| would make some sense
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| thought it meant something
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| And outside two lonely leaves
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| that twist and curl
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| no place to belong to… |