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I think that this record is stuck |
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The dust in these grooves leave it blocked |
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It used to be sound as a bell |
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Now it sounds like it's dying |
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To its siren-like call you are drawn |
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Oblivious to warnings of harm |
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Are you happy now? |
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Now you've got what you wanted |
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You want to see the magic return |
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But you will only see it cursed and spurned |
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When will you ever learn that I hate every second |
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The life that we lived has moved on |
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The people we were then are gone |
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But the fire that we carry flames on |
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It still burns but in a different way |
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So to hell with old heartaches and deaths |
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Misfortunes, mistakes and regrets |
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There's fresh problems and I want fresh solutions |
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Shall we dance? Like we used to |
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Shall we dance? Just like the old days |
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Hanging on to hope and a handful of chances |
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Because if you take away the future |
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Then the present collapses |