| Foolish was I to have believed you
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| Insufferable acts did I endure
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| I never betrayed, never deceived you
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| Was always behaved, ever demure
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| So long to all the poetry of emotion
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| It’s crumpled up and strewn upon the floor
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| So long to all the sunflowers in my garden
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| For they’ll not taste the raindrops anymore
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| Betrayed by your whispered lullabies and empty cries
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| The lake damming up all my solemn pride has left me dry
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| Forsake all of the thousand counterfeit sighs
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| You fake it
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| You make it that I was mistaken
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| Sanctity fled beyond retrieval
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| The church of my heart was not enough
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| I cannot believe you’d be so evil
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| Devotion besieged and left to rust
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| So long to all the harmony of emotion
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| She left before we could settle up the score
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| So long to all the violets in my garden
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| For they’ll not see the sunlight anymore
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| Betrayed by your whispered lullabies and empty cries
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| The lake damming up all my solemn pride has left me dry
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| Forsake all of the thousand counterfeit sighs
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| You fake it
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| You make it that I was mistaken
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| Too many signs ignored
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| Beneath the rose are always thorns
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| And Sleeping Beauty never will awaken
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| Now wasted time and fairytales are all I see within your name
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| And every way I ever was mistaken |