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Do you wanna be honest
Or do you wanna win?
You could have it all
If you could gracefully give in
Like when a martyr go sees a martyr
Lookin' in the mirror makes you cry harder
'Bout your glitterin' ball and chain
In love, in love with your beautiful pain
Excuses and all theories
Peak themselves and die
Even when they don't hold water
You try to keep them safe and dry
An' trade your moan for a positive tone
Reassured by ads about things you own
And so we go through this again
In love, in love with your beautiful pain
If everything went runnin' smoothly
You'd soon lose who you were
Oh, the pain and hurt, for that's your real
So go on, go back to her
You packed up all your troubles
You let me play the bars
An' hiked out to the meadows
And lay down on the fragrant moss
Put down your own tree
Then meticulously built a cross right there
And stared back at me
An climbed up on it again
In love, in love with your beautiful
In love, in love with your beautiful
In love, in love with your beautiful pain
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