But you'd think by now
I'd know the lure
Of those flre-bright lights
That live in the dark of the
Heart's night
And day serves no cure
I'm not amazed that some run
Some think it's fun
Some act like one
But we won't do that, no
We won't do that
'Cause when I hear our talk
From love's strained shore
We say to save time
It's best to go it alone
Clear it's not home
We're hungering for
Some flip a deuce
Some live it loose
Some never choose
But we won't do that, no
We won't do that
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