One set of doors was the color of honey
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One set of doors was pink and grey
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Well I wonder which set is mine, said she
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As she walked down the long hallway
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Well I wonder which set of rooms are mine
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For in these rooms she would live and die
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Well it's better to have loved and lost
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(Ah but it's better not to lose)
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Than to never have loved at all
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Never have loved, never have loved at all
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Well it's better to have loved and lost
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(Ah but it's better not to lose)
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Than to always be alone
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Always be alone
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In your heart
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I thought that there was more involved
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Through all that time and all these
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months
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I stopped many times to question you
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Well I told you that it was the right
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thing to do
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Well it's better to have loved and lost
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(Ah but it's better not to lose)
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Than to never have loved at all
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Never have loved, never have loved at all
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Yes it's better to have loved and lost
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(Ah but it's better not to lose)
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Than to always be alone
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Always be alone
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In your heart
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But I knew that this was just for now
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And the time would take its toll upon
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us all
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Well it would break our hearts
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Tear it apart
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But no one understood
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The affairs of the heart
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Well it's better to have loved and lost
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Than to never have loved at all
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Never have loved, never have loved at all
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Well it'll break your heart, tear it apart
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But no one understands
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No one understands
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The affairs of the heart
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Affairs of the Heart
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| Stevie Nicks |
