Tangling up at the foot of your bed
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Wonder who's next both went ahead
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She swears the passion is past me
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She will outlast me
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The try to look bored
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Well fall on the length of the sword
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She's falling faster I cannot ask her
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So to bed all can decree
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Holding your breath, afraid to breathe
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This is the last time
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Cinema stare and their hands
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Tangle up in the cinnamon hair
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And the freeze I cannot let go
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They can't afford but it picks up
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His clothes from the floor
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And he leaves and this will let her know
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Find a way so they can believe
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Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve
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But you will not break mine
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There's no darkness in the dark for them
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There were chances for the ball to end
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So to bed all can decree
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Holding your breath, afraid to breathe
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This is the last time
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Fall to waste they can believe
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Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve
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But you will not break mine
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Cinema Stare
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