| Should I have a heart of stone?
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| Should I wear a face of glass?
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| If the love that I feel is torture
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| Then these thoughts of you should never last
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| In a world constructed of glass and stone
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| I? |
| m the only one that I can call my own
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| In the rivers that flow and the sun that shines
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| Comes a feeing that clings like an ivy vine to a brick wall
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| All of my love goes wasted
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| All of my passion lay covered in dust
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| At the top of my closet
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| With my faded photographs
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| There? |
| s a vase of tears that? |
| s beginning to rust
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| In a world constructed of glass and stone
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| I? |
| m the only one that I can call my own
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| In the rivers that flow and the sun that shines
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| Comes a feeing that clings like an ivy vine to a brick wall
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| Well, you? |
| re making sure to keep me at a distance
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| But you? |
| re good enough to acknowledge my existence
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| Safe behind your reason you refuse to think
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| Safe behind your brick wall, will you ever love again?
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| In a world constructed of glass and stone
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| I? |
| m the only one that I can call my own
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| In the rivers that flow and the sun that shines
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| Comes a feeing that clings like an ivy vine to a brick wall |