| I have tried
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| My hopes have blossomed
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| And my hopes have fried
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| I tried to cut them all down,
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| But I found hopes were still living deep inside,
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| Like a team of renegade lovers
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| Working long hours, sneaking around
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| With a belief in the life of our love,
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| Like a light at the end at the end
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| Of a long tunnel, a struggle
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| Fists up!
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| For all their faith in what they’ve seen in your face
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| They really do believe that if
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| They hang on long enough
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| That you’ll come around
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| And finally let it show,
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| And all their hopes will be rewarded
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| For their impetus to grow
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| A Utopian peace could fall across the land
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| You’ll reach over for my hand
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| You’ll really want to hold my hand
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| And I don’t want to come to the point of this song,
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| Because the point of this song
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| Would have to be «so long»
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| It gets hard
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| The vigilantes can’t agree on who’s in charge
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| They gave their souls for the cause,
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| But the love that they were after is still at large
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| See this faith in which they found allegiance
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| Ripping at the seams as hope is running it’s course
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| The rebels just can’t muster the force
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| To walk the thin line between belief and delusion
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| And fists up!
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| For all their faith in what they’ve seen in your face
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| They really did believe
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| That if they’d hung on long enough
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| That you’d come around
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| And finally let it show
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| And all their hopes would be rewarded
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| For their impetus to grow
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| Utopian peace would fall across the land
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| You’d reach over for my hand,
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| You’d have really wanted to hold my hand
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| And I don’t want to come to the point of this song
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| because the point of this song
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| would have to be «so long»
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| It was perfect, you know,
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| With just one little problem,
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| The fact that it turns out
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| You don’t really want it
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| My love is a fortress,
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| My love is the Louvre,
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| But it can’t ever thrive
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| If I’m forced to keep proving it
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| It was perfect, you know,
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| With just one little problem,
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| The fact that it turns out
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| You don’t really want it
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| My love is a fortress,
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| My love is the Louvre,
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| But it can’t ever thrive
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| If I’m forced to keep proving it
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| It was perfect, you know,
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| With just one little problem,
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| The fact that it turns out
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| You don’t really want it
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| My love is a fortress,
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| My love is the Louvre,
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| But it can’t ever thrive
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| If I’m forced to keep proving it
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| It was perfect, you know,
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| With just one little problem,
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| The fact that it turns out
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| You don’t really want it
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| My love is a fortress,
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| My love is the Louvre,
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| But it can’t ever thrive
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| If I’m forced to keep proving it
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| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah
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| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah
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| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah
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| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah
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| It was perfect, you know,
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| With just one little problem,
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| The fact that it turns out
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| You don’t really want it
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| My love is a fortress,
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| My love is the Louvre,
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| But it can’t ever thrive
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| If I’m forced to keep proving it |