| Beware the danger it lurks for those who get swept away
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| The dreamers get punished most by the truth they say
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| It’s all in the little ways one reveals their
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| Love’s gone away, love’s gone away
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| When my hand was in you hand, my heart was pure
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| And now I see a different man, rewriting memories
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| The dogs run down the beach and all I’m left with is
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| Sand in my shoes, sand in my shoes
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| Cause fools like me
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| Oh, we love blindly
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| And the cracks don’t count
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| It’s gotta break in front of me
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| Now I recall that time at the cafe
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| The thunderstorm outside, words you could never say
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| They hold the loudest tones, you say you’ll write
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| But it’s ink on a page, just ink on a page
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| With fools like me
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| Oh, we love blindly
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| And the cracks don’t count
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| It’s gotta break in front of me
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| And tick-tock the time, distant look grows in your eyes
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| Fools never ask, afraid what lurks in your mind
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| I always knew, somehow always knew
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| I always knew the truth
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| 'Cause fools like me
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| Oh, we never see
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| Cause the cracks don’t count
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| Its gotta break in front of me
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| And it’s breaking
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| It’s breaking
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| It’s breaking
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| It’s gotta break for me to see
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| At least I can say
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| I was not afraid
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| I loved you all the way
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| I’d pick the fool any day |