I thought this was a perfect love affair.
Not like the other ones, not like the other ones.
But now I think I see things pretty clear.
Just like the other ones, just like the other ones.
But I want you, I need you.
That one that makes me feel alive.
I want you, I need you.
I feel like I've wasted all my time.
I feel like I've died and gone to hell.
Just like the other ones, just like the other ones.
There's no more excuses you can sell.
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