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What a wreck we've made of our sweet love |
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What a sorrow and a shame |
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To reject a gift from God above |
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To throw it down and walk away |
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An angel sheds a tear from high |
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To mourn a wonder lost |
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And to mark the petty victories |
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Won at such a cost |
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What a rare and fragile thing love is |
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So delicate and fine |
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If you tend to it with tenderness |
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Then it will pay you back in kind |
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But angry words from bitter lips |
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Wither love away |
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Broken hearts and empty arms are the price we pay |
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And I would give what's left of my small worth |
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For it not to end this way |
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Broken hearts and empty arms are the price we pay |
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Now I'm standing on this empty shore |
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Watching ripples on a lake |
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How they spread and grow from one small stone |
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Like echoes of our sad mistakes |
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Can you find forgiveness in your heart? |
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I'll look for it mine |
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Or was our sweet love just a wishing star |
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That's fallen from the sky? |
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And I would give my world for one sweet ray of hope |
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To light your face |
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And to lie again in your sweet arms |
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There's no price I would not pay |
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Yes to find again the love we've lost |
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There's no price I would not pay |
