These foolish games are tearing me apartyour thoughless words are breaking my heartyou're breaking my heart
You always brilliant in the morningsmoking your cigarettes, talking over coffeyour philosophies on art, baroque moved you,you loved mozart and you'd speak of you loved onesas I clumsily strummed my guitar
Well excuse me, think I've sound mistaken you for somebody elsesomebody who gave a damnsomebody more like my selfthese foolish game are tearing me apartyour thoughtless words are breaking my heartyou're breaking my heart
You took your coat off and stood in the rainyou were always crazy like that
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