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Last night, |
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I had a dream |
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We were inseparably entwined |
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Like a piece of rope |
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Made out of two pieces of vine |
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Held together, holding each other |
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With no one else in mind |
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Like two atoms in a molecule |
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Inseparably combined |
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But then I woke from the dream |
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To realize |
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I was alone |
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A tragic event, |
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I must admit |
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But let's not be overblown |
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I'm gonna try to write a love song |
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Just a sad, pathetic moan |
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And maybe |
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I just need change |
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Maybe I just need a new cologne |
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But now I look at love |
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Like being stabbed in the heart |
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You torture each other from day to day |
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And then one day you part |
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Most of the time it's misery |
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But there's some joy at the start |
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And for that, |
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I'd say it's worth it |
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Just as you play the shortest sharp on me |
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And if love is just a game |
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Then how come it's no fun? |
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If love is just a game |
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How come I've never won? |
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I guess maybe it's possible |
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I might be playing it wrong |
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And that's why every time |
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I roll the dice |
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I always come undone |
