| If you love too much, or never enough,
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| there’ll be no jury fastening the cuffs
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| You’ll make a strong case
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| in your own defense
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| The trial will rest on your conviction
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| that you did your best
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| When love gets twisted, who’ll take the blame
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| It’s all in an afternoon and the heat of your shame
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| You’ll ask forgiveness, it was insane,
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| and this too shall pass away,
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| but it won’t spare your name
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| You keep pretending it’s ok,
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| you keep pretending that you’d
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| lay your love on the line
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| Why haven’t you?
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| Love is the perfect crime
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| and you’ll never be convicted
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| Love is the perfect crime
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| and you’ll never be convicted… of love
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| You’re the main witness of your two lives
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| The one that you know and the one that you divide
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| some for your family, a little among your friends,
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| your conviction fell, but you are certainly not free
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| You keep pretending it’s ok,
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| you keep pretending that you’d
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| lay your love on the line
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| Why haven’t you?
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| Love is the perfect crime
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| and you’ll never be convicted.
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| Love is the perfect crime
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| and you’ll never be convicted… of love. |