| Thank you for this bitter knowledge
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| Guardian angels who left me stranded
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| It was worth it, feeling abandoned
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| Makes one hardened
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| But what has happened to love?
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| You got me writing lyrics on postcards
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| Then in the evenings looking at stars
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| But the brightest of the planets is Mars
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| And what has happened to love?
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| So I will opt for the big white limo
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| Vanity fairgrounds and rebel angels
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| You can’t be trusted with feathers so hollow
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| You’re heaven’s invention, steel-eyed vampires of love
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| You see over me
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| I’ll never know what
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| You have shown to other eyes
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| Go, or go ahead and surprise me
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| Signs you’ve lead the way to a mirage
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| Go, or go ahead and just try me
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| What has happened to love
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| What has happened to love
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| What has happened to love
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| Nowhere’s now here, smelling of junipers
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| Fell off the hay bales, I’m over the rainbows
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| But, oh Medusa, kiss me and crucify
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| This unholy notion of the mythic powers of love
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| Look at her eyes, look at her eyes
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| Forget about the ones that are crying
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| Look at her eyes, look at her eyes
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| Forget about the ones that are crying
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| Go, or go ahead
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| Go, or go ahead
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| Go, or go ahead
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| And surprise me
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| Go, or go ahead
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| Go, or go ahead
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| Go, or go ahead
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| Go, or go ahead
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| And just try me
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| What has happened to love |