When you looked at me
I was tired from the heat
Didn't need the company
We just needed to get away
You took me to an empty church at the end of the street
Let me play the piano with all its out of tune keys
Always knew what to say
You said you hated coming here every Sunday as a child
But you don't mind coming back every once in a while
And we both hate doing things that we must
Oh farce, it'll ruin us, it'll ruin us
Oh farce, it'll ruin us, it'll ruin us
You used to lock the doors of this place up
Every night five bucks
And it's been years since then and now you're stuck
Didn't know about the expiration date on your good luck
You said you hated coming here every Sunday as a child
But you don't mind coming back every once in a while
And we both hate doing things that we must
Oh farce, it'll ruin us, it'll ruin us
Oh farce, it'll ruin us, it'll ruin us
Later that day I scanned through some books
Oh, I knew none of them words made me feel the way I used to
Cause angels and saints were never really part of what I knew
I sure enjoyed my day here with you, you
You said you hated coming here every Sunday as a child
But you don't mind coming back every once in a while
And we both hate doing things that we must
Oh farce, it'll ruin us, it'll ruin us
Oh farce, it'll ruin us, it'll ruin us

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