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its a sad sad story no matter where you start the breaking of the warmest heart i was looking for love that the world couldnt tear apart but ive got the losing thing down to an art i can hear the symphony i dont fear the epiphany or the thought of love for me just the thought it will never be but what are the chances as the universe dances endless finite romances just a long look at all my glances and in my loves memory the ends are all i can see is there no one for me dont want to live in a tragedy its a sad sad story no where near the start the breaking of the warmest heart ive stopped looking for love my hearts been torn apart now ive got the lonely thing down to an art i cant hear the symphony therell be no re-epiphany theres no thought of love for me just the thought it will never be im tired of taking chances ive got no time for pointless dances i dont believe in true romances my heart is blind to others glances and in my faded memory the end is still all i see there is no one for me im living in a tragedy.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
warmest heart (lyrics)
its a sad sad story no matter where you start the breaking of the warmest heart i was looking for love that the world couldnt tear apart but ive got the losing thing down to an art i can hear the symphony i dont fear the epiphany or the thought of love for me just the thought it will never be but what are the chances as the universe dances endless finite romances just a long look at all my glances and in my loves memory the ends are all i can see is there no one for me dont want to live in a tragedy its a sad sad story no where near the start the breaking of the warmest heart ive stopped looking for love my hearts been torn apart now ive got the lonely thing down to an art i cant hear the symphony therell be no re-epiphany theres no thought of love for me just the thought it will never be im tired of taking chances ive got no time for pointless dances i dont believe in true romances my heart is blind to others glances and in my faded memory the end is still all i see there is no one for me im living in a tragedy.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
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