If I had a dream like you 
Would I compromise everything I'd like to do 
Just to make you want to screw me 
There must be a fine line in between 
 What you say and what you mean 
What you want and what you need 

I remember well, lying in the sun 
You were friendly then, didn't hate anyone 
What's made you grow so cold 
Have you given up on all the good that you've been told 

Kiss those times good bye, ain't no use in crying 
We'll lose those memories with age eventually 
Everything will fade, all the images will go away 

You were so good 
You were so quick 
You were so great 
...at telling me what I wanted to hear 

I don't want to complicate things 
I surely don't want to dwell 
We never had it set in stone 
Or written with are blood 

Kiss those times good bye, ain't no use in crying 
We'll lose those memories with age eventually 
Everything will fade, all the images will go away 

You were so good 
You were so quick 
You were so great 
...at telling me what I wanted to hear 
 

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