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Had a dream, a scene of something simplified,
Of a time in mind and nothing cut and dried.
This love was made in heaven, this love was made from lust,
And now it's in the trash can with the other dirt and dust.
This love was made in heaven, this love was so divine,
But now instead of sweet white wine it tastes of turpentine.
It's not your fault, it wasn't even mine,
It's somthing that just happens, almost all the time,
It isn't the money, it wasn't even fame,
It's something in the losing of my middle name.
This love was made in heaven, this love was made from lust,
And now it's in the trash can with the other dirt and dust.
This love was made in heaven, this love was so divine,
But now instead of sweet white wine it tastes of turpentine.
It isn't the money, it wasn't even fame,
It's something in the losing of my middle name.
This love was made in heaven, this love was made from lust,
And now it's in the trash can with the other dirt and dust.
This love was made in heaven, this love was so divine,
But now instead of sweet white wine it tastes of turpentine.
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