Love is full of accidents
The break is never clean.
We may not capture what we want,
Untie the knots inside this mind
And set this spirit free.
There's another trail of tears;
They all lead back to me.
So hide your love and guard it well,
Curse that sweet disease.
Protect every fading truth.
Brave hearts may touch their dreams.
I will always be this way.
When I turn to face myself
You're not not here with me.
Wretched are the feint of heart
When all their truths unfold.
The thieves of love they caught us out
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