i pride myself on always walking the fine line

but hope and illusion subdivide between heart and mind;

the mind is not deluded while the heart is not so clear

it thinks that i'm in love with you my dear

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a friend once said that i never got over my first love

a tale to tell and now i repeat and repeat and repeat and

repeat the same sad pilgrimage to a heart that can't be mine

you'd think i aimed for heartbreak by design

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but your actions lack a meaningful intention

your stream of consciousness is a blur

i think you think i thrive on your attention

what were you thinking i don't think you

i don't think you were

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i pride myself on freedom but it's a fine lie

cause if i could i'd hold you here forever and ever

and i might not be sorry for the price we'd have to pay

do you think that you would love me anyway

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and i might not be sorry for the price we'd have to pay

do you think that you would love me anyway

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it's not your guilt that keeps me in the running

no you reserve that for your real life

but your denseness and your thoughtlessness they're stunning

i've started feeling sorry for your

i'm sorry for your wife

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i won't deny that i'm happily fully addicted

but someday soon i will say to myself

i can take you or leave you

and i'll be moving onward to another bright new day

i think that you should love me anyway