...and that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.
But darling, you are the only exception.
Maybe I know, somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone, keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance, and up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well, you are the only exception.
I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning. When you wake up, leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.

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