My passion has now gotten colder than
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The tears I was supposed to have shed
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I can deceive myself better than anyone else can
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I held the power for it
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How often had I tried to say important things
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But the breath I inhaled got stuck partway through my chest?
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What sort of words should I impart to you?
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The voice I spat out always got interrupted partway
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At some point, we passed through the midsummer afternoon
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And shouldered the darkness
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Inside that weak light, by just fumbling around,
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We tried to do everything well
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Let's unite your wishes and my lies together
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And kiss to pledge eternity on a June night
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And then, let's paint a golden moon in a night sky
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Collecting only the light that I can
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Collecting the light . . .
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Even if there's no light in my future
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Even if, somewhere, someone's laughing at me
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Even if your tomorrow twists into something ugly
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Even if we're never able to regain our purity
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Even if there's no golden moon shining in the night
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