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The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen |
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So don't get your hopes up |
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This life's a contradiction, a typecast for hypocrisies, but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short |
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And i am the one who dreams of you |
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I dream of you as a concubine |
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Taste the salt from your worthless tears |
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I felt your heart beat for one last time and i let go forever |
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And I am the one who dreams of you |
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I dream of you |
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I still dream of you |
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Sirens fade from silence this is were the story ends |
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In a dream of truth, they'll never find you |
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Yellow tape, empty chalklines, that's all she wrote |
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Head first through a noose, |
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I'd shed a tear for you, but you're not even here |
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I scream your name for one last time |
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Can you here me now? |
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Can you feel me now? |
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But i must move on to find reason for years of weakening disaster |
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So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache? |
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There's no hope left for solace |
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I know, I know so let go |
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This blackout begins to define this sorry moment |
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So wait for passion, but tell me, do you fear for heartache? |
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I let go of everything |
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I loved From all the bridge drops, |
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I leave her crimson tide |
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There's no hope left for solace |
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I know, I know so i let go |
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This blackout begins |
