Well it's way too late, baby
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the talons of cynicism are already buried in my brain
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when "do as I say, not as I do" is the broken glass that I drag my naked body across
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I'm thinking of you,
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and I don't want to give up but I'm a quitter thanks to you,
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do you think it's fair?
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Love is so alive, so I've got to find a way to make it die
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picturing your face being cut inside my head
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I've got to find a way to keep you from being beautiful
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You and me are the touch of two lips;
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we're the center of a kiss
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but you won't stay long enough to believe this
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you and me are the sky in love with the sea
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But you're not so pretty when you're dead
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When I rot I want you to be there when I become the dust again
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I want to know that you forgot, everything that I was, and was not
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When I kissed you good night tonight, you weren't there
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your lips lied like the tongue inside your beautiful mouth
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but if I cut it out you'd never lie to me again
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'Cause you don't love me, you're just in love with everyone
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and if you were like me, and you were dead within
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you'd understand that I don't know how to be your friend
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You've burned blue eyes and soft lips in my soul
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but I'd cut that out and wrap it in a ribbon for you
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I Had Music In My Heart, But Now My Heart Is Broken
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