The fallen thubs up lovers' vows
In the world, all around us
And I'd like if you got the time
What this breakup has done to me
The feeling that I thought I'd never lose
You can't play to every taste
The powder keg of common cause
And in lieu of an explanation
All the power of abdication
The feeling that you thought
Now where are you going, darling,
The feeling that you thought
Empty grove, winter dark ness
We're taking down the scaffolds
Broda put the lonely baubles
A can of soup and eighteen up to ten
Which leads me to the part
Where we agreed on different dreams
The feeling that we thought
The feelings that we thought
We have lost the feeling that we
We have lost the feeling that we
And it is barbaric, darling
We have lost the feeling that
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