| We took aim at the wires where the love birds waived
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| For the sky and the wind to decide their fate
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| With a steady grip we stretched our bows
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| Where each one fell there grew a rose, a rose, a rose, a rose,
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| a rose, a rose, a rose, a rose, a rose, a rose,
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| a rose, a rose, a rose, a rose, a rose
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| We ran through the fields and we bled by the thorns
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| Stained red windows where our skin was torn
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| To put an end to the pain we climbed inside
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| And we raced on our breathe to our hearts till we cried
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| The heat from our tears
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| Singed the fields like fire
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| So we flew
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| To lovers landing on a wire
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| Isn’t it enough to make you stay
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| Giving you a million reasons
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| You’re still leaving
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| Isn’t it enough to make you stay
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| Giving you a million reasons
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| You’re still leaving
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| We loved eruptions
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| Splinters and beads
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| But they don’t fit here, anymore
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| I’d give my place up, at the feast
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| To just not feel, so much hunger
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| You’re still leaving
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| You’re still leaving.
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| Isn’t it enough to make you stay
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| Giving you a million reasons
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| You’re still leaving
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| Isn’t it enough to make you stay
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| Giving you a million reasons
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| You’re still leaving
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| Of all the ways to say goodbye
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| Why do you make it look so easy
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| And why do you have to leave me
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| All the ways to say goodbye
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| Why do we make it look so easy
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| And why do you have to leave me
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| Why do you have to leave me
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| Baby don’t leave me… |