| «Could you fade away just as quickly as you came?
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| You’re a burnt bouquet
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| Simply dissipate, dissolve or just decay
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| You’re a burnt bouquet
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| There’s nothing left for me to say»
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| Hold me now, for a little bit
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| Burn it down, get it over with
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| If I admit that our lives were doomed to entwine
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| I’d turn back the time for your piece of mind
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| Hold me now, for a little bit
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| The love that we watched wilt
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| «Could you fade away just as quickly as you came?
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| You’re a burnt bouquet
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| There’s nothing left to say»
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| Hold me now, for a little bit
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| Burn it down, get it over with
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| If I admit that our lives were doomed to entwine
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| I’d turn back the time for your piece of mind
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| Hold me now, for a little bit
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| The love that we watched wilt
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| Whenever I see the tapestry, your blessed hand wove for me — The poetry,
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| the misery — It all meant so, so much to me
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| Just give me a lobotomy and cure these things inside of me, and maybe I can be
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| free to love you for an eternity
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| If in another life, my heart is beating fine, and love is on my mind…
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| You’ll be the first in line
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| Whenever I see the tapestry, your blessed hand wove for me — The poetry,
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| the misery — It all meant so, so much to me
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| Just give me a lobotomy and cure these things inside of me, so maybe I can be
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| free to love you for an eternity
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| If in another life, my heart is beating fine, and love is on my mind…
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| You’ll be the first in line
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| (Whenever I see the tapestry, your blessed hand wove for me — The poetry,
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| the misery — It all meant so, so much to me
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| Just give me a lobotomy and cure these things inside of me, so maybe I can be
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| free to love you for an eternity) |