You used to write me letters You'd send me records in the post Like Born To Run by Springsteen You knew the songs I loved the most But with the sweetest sorrow I told you some things just won't last For you and I are past our dancing days
I said it's not your fault, I lied I don't have time to watch you cry I'm thinking Romeo must die...
I tried to treat you gently I said I'll always be your friend But now your hands are empty You don't know how to let it end So with the sweetest sorrow Let me spell it out for you You and I are past our dancing days
I said it's not your fault, I lied I don't have time to watch you cry I'm thinking Romeo must die...
Did you think I wouldn't notice As if I wouldn't bat an eye? Did you think that you could hide it? All of your violent delights
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