| Is that all there is to a name, a lost and childish heart.
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| There’s nothing you give that’s not dangerous or cold.
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| Is that there is to a game, a game of broken hearts.
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| There is no easy way to the lesson you must learn.
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| It seems so easy for you to turn your heart off and on.
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| It’s no matter who is right or who is wrong.
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| Is that all there is to a face, a bit of sadness there to hide.
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| Your fears compel you to hide it all inside.
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| It seems so easy for you to turn your heart off and on,
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| It’s no matter who is right or who is wrong. |