I tell lies on 45s and I sunburn easy
I waste time between the lines till I'm lost completely
I'm chasing regrets again
And you might have to lose to win
The fallen are all above
Well, to love or to be loved is a choice worth making
I drink wine on picket lines with a nervous aching
I hang love from stars above, its a tree worth shaking
They're placing their bets again
And they might have to lose to win
The fallen are all above,
Well, to love and to be loved is a risk worth taking,
So I'm turning out the lights,
To see what I can find in the dark,
Another broken mirror fight,
But I don't want to fight anymore,
No I can't see the light anymore

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