the truth, hurts worse, than anything i could bring myself to d to you
I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm When you passed out,
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far from the genuine becoming
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And you are the dreamer and we are the dream
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The best way to make it through
With hearts and wrists in tact
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Is to realize two outta three ain't bad
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Do you remember the way I held your hand? under the lamp post anf ran
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I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits
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