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Desire imitations
Fading passions
You say I don't hold you
The way I used to
Fantastic illusions
Harsh assumptions
You say I don't kiss you
The way I used to
And there's a hole where your heart used to be
Heaven help you
Hate where love used to be
But I'll help you
Stop holding on so damn tight
Yeah, love is like, it's like a bird in flight
The tighter you grip
The looser it slips
Love is like, it's like a bird in flight
Life of millionaires
Such extraordinaire
Bet they donn't kiss any differently
Life of movie stars
Perfect stripped to parts
I bet they don't tase any differently
And our lives where light used to stay
Heaven help you
There's lines on your face where smile used to play
But I'll help you
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