My true love is sitting on a pile of stones
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And he's wondering to himself
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Oh where did I go wrong?
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My true love has found himself alone
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And he's sorry for it all
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And for the hurt we've done
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And I've given more than I can take
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Fallen for the same mistake
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Promises were made to break
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What will save us now?
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And I don't want to remember
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And I don't want to remember
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My true love is a saccharine kind of pill
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That tastes too sweet for words
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And cannot be fulfilled
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My true love is a dangerous china cup
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With all the broken pieces
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That cannot be picked up
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Now all the colours left to run
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All the dreams have been undone
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Love has left me standing here
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Raging at the sun
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And I don't want to remember
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And I don't want to remember
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My True Love
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Eurythmics |