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Love Turns 40 |
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Vienna Teng |
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She's holding a secret that she'll never tell |
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She's holding a secret that she'll never tell |
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Cause the myth is not supposed to retire |
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We'd rather it lit itself on fire |
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Or overdosed in a four star hotel |
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She's holding a truth that she'll never reveal |
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She's holding a truth that she'll never reveal |
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Cause truth this time is an ugly child |
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And mother and daughter may reconcile |
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But their faces will never heal |
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Don't go, she says, but he's sleeping |
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She says it to herself |
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Don't go, she sees herself rising |
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Packing her suitcase with all of her shoes |
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But something keeps you faithful |
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When all else in you turns and runs |
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Love turns 40 |
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The morning comes |
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She's holding a secret that she'll never tell |
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She's holding a secret that she'll never tell |
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Because we were once cinema gods in the night |
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Now all we've got is lunch hour light |
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Where nothing photographs well |
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Don't go, she says, but he's sleeping |
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She says it to the dark |
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Don't go, she sees herself rising |
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Dressing in silence for nothing to lose |
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But something keeps you faithful |
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When all else in you turns and runs |
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Love turns 40 |
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The morning comes |
