Even though it was a love I stole by hurting somebody, 
                                            Even the last shred of it was gone before six months was up 
                                            The moment I got depressed I fell for him again 
                                            But it's not real love, just a rosary called lover where I could bury my loneliness 
                                            Why do people kiss each other? 
                                            Why do people sleep together? 
                                            We can We can anytime 
                                            Is this serious or not? My heart is not saying anything
                                             
                                             I want to meet someone I like so much 
                                              that it hurts and pains me inside 
                                              I want to meet someone I love so much  
                                              that the whole town feels like new
                                             
                                             I press on, so that when  
                                            I look back on this time someday, 
                                            I can passionately recount  
                                            These fond memories, my history
                                             
                                             On holiday in my empty room where even the phone won't ring 
                                            There's only a fleeing wisp of dream curling beside me 
                                            Denying the desolate feeling in my heart 
                                            I slide deeper into bed and wait for the morning to come 
                                            Why do dreams elude us and fly far away? 
                                            Why are dreams something that only other people have? 
                                            We can We can any time,  
                                            I'm really going to cry now, I can't see anything, not even tomorrow
                                             
                                            I want to find a dream so enthralling 
                                               that it dazzles and penetrates me  
                                               I want to find a dream so fun 
                                               that it makes the time pass quickly 
                                               I press on, so that when  
                                               I look back on this time someday, 
                                               I can passionately recount  
                                               these fond memories, my history
                                             
                                             I want to meet someone I like so much 
                                              that it hurts and pains me inside 
                                              I want to meet someone I love so much  
                                              that the whole town feels like new
                                            
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                                            I want to find a dream so enthralling 
                                               that it dazzles and penetrates me  
                                               I want to find a dream so fun 
                                               that it makes the time pass quickly 
                                               I press on, so that when  
                                               I look back on this time someday, 
                                               I can passionately recount  
                                               these fond memories, my history