ON FIREWORKS WE SOAR, SHOOTING THOSE WE SEE WITH GOLD AND LEAD ARROWS. (UNEDITTED EDITION)

 

I DON’T CARE WHAT I’VE DONE,

I DON’T CARE WHAT I’VE BECOME,

BECAUSE I KNOW THAT BABY IS DEAD AND GONE,

 

OUR HEARTS IGNITE LIKE FIREWORKS IN THE NIGHT,

THE BATS SWING LEFT AND RIGHT, ALWAYS CHANGING,

NOW WE ALL CAN PLAY THE GAME,

 

THE BROKEN ARROWS LAY UPON THE FLOOR,

A BOW SO PRECIOUS AT MY DOOR,

THIS IS ONE MESS WORTH CLEANING,

BECAUSE I KNOW THAT BABY IS DEAD AND GONE,

 

YOU TURN YOUR BACKS ON THOSE YOU LOVE,

TO SEE A TIME MORE GOLDEN,

WHERE HEARTS ARE ONE AND CONSEQUENCES ARE NONE,

MAN, WE HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN,

BECAUSE THAT BABY IS DEAD AND GONE,

 

HOW MANY TIMES DOES IT TAKE?

TO REALISE IT WASN’T IT A MISTAKE?

A HAPPY ENDING IN THE MAKING,

IF YOU COULD ONLY SEE,

BECAUSE LOVE IS BLIND AND HAPPY ENDINGS ARE ONLY FAIRY TALES…,

HOW DO I KNOW THIS?

BECAUSE THAT BABY IS DEAD AND GONE,

 

SOMETIMES WE CHANGE,

SEEING OTHERS MORE CLEARLY,

WHY IS THIS?

YOU DON’T KNOW,

BECAUSE THE BABY IS DEAD AND GONE,

 

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY,

IS THERE HAPPINESS?

WAS THE FEELING WORTH ALL THE TROUBLE?

DID YOU LEARN SOMETHING?

ARE YOU GONNA TRY AGAIN?

DO SO,

BUT THIS TIME YOU’LL KNOW CUPID IS DEAD AND GONE,

SO NO MORE LIES ABOUT FALSE LOVE IN THE AIR.

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