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Loving him is like driving a new |
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Maserati down a dead end street |
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Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly |
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Loving him is like trying to change your mind |
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once you're already flying through the free fall |
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Like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all |
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Losing him was blue, like I've never known |
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Missing him was dark grey, all alone |
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Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met |
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But loving him was red |
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loving him was red |
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Touching him was like realizing |
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All you ever wanted was right there in front of you |
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Memorizing him was as easy as knowing |
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all the words to your old favorite song |
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Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword |
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And realizing there's no right answer |
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Regretting him was like wishing |
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you'd never found out that love could be that strong |
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Losing him was blue, like I've never known |
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Missing him was dark grey, all alone |
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Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met |
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loving him was red |
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Oh, red. |
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Burning Red. |
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Remembering him comes in flashbacks, in echoes |
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Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go |
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But moving on from him is impossible |
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when I still see it all in my head |
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In burning red |
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Burning, it was red |
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Oh, Losing him was blue, like I've never known |
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Missing him was dark grey, all alone |
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Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met |
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'Couse loving him was red |
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Burning Red. |
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And that's why he's spinning around in my head |
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Comes back to me, burning red |
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His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street |