| You tell me love is blind
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| That only hearts decide
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| But did you see a shooting star that made you change your mind?
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| Wanting gold is fine
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| Baby get in line
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| Every other driven demon that you’ll stand behind
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| At every ball they throw
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| The guests you don’t know
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| Just another easy target for your perfect crime
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| But at the end of the day
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| It’s really me who’ll pay
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| Don’t know what made me think this masquerade’s a different kind
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| Can I just tear it up?
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| This is my paper love
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| I didn’t pay enough
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| Now it’s going up in flames
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| This is my paper love
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| I didn’t pay enough
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| Now it’s going up in flames
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| Oh, oh, oh, ooh
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| A little game I play
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| Give it all away
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| Then sit back and watch who disappears and who remains
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| You fear life might fade
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| And hope the polish stays
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| If you drop no matter what to focus on your wage
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| I wanna see you here
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| Behind the smoke and mirrors
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| You make me want you and I know you think you’ve got it made
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| 'Cause when the bank is out
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| I find you hanging 'round
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| Like you’d never be without your darling anyway
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| But I have had enough
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| This is my paper love
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| I didn’t pay enough
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| Now it’s going up in flames
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| This is my paper love
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| I didn’t pay enough
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| Now it’s going up in flames
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| Oh, oh, oh, ooh
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| Plastic lungs and paper hearts
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| Changing out the damaged parts
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| Before they make it hard to start
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| Believing that this love’s not over
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| Plastic lungs and paper hearts
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| Changing out the damaged parts
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| Before it shapes just who we are
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| Believing that
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| This is my paper love |