And you, my dear, have done the perfect crime
Be the one to give a gift, and then steal it,
Who's gonna think, it's you who did it?
..It doesn't make any sense,
A "dog running after its own tail" kinda dance,
Throw in a little remorse in your voice to make yourself feel better
Break my heart, it'll last longer
And these days'll end some time allowing this line to repeat itself over and over:
'Surely, Time will make things better...'
Photographs are made of paper
if you break my heart, it'll last longer
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