Between last breaths and first regrets
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The days dragged on like cigarettes
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In the distance martyrs and martinets
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Dally, dancing with the empty silhouettes of threats
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So, where but heaven does love end
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And where on earth does it begin
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It's not the kind of love that is pinned
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Like a medal
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Or presses pennies in a tin
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There is hope, and after that, there is only faith
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Love like a wraith
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Never made me afraid
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Consoled as I was by that shade...
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Here lie the roses in the ashes
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Deep as the barnacles that cling
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Just like a lace that runs through everyone and everything
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In that other still forever
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In that time before the past
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I told myself we'd be together
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Can you promise me that it will be eternally?
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There is hope, and after that, there is only faith
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Love like a wraith
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Never made me afraid
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Consoled as I was
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Consoled as I was
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Consoled as I was by that shade...
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Song With Rose
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Elvis Costello |