| What does this look like to you? | |
| A mark so fine, you barely see. | |
| You have one just like it, too◇ | |
| A twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine; | |
| Cause i love you with all i am | |
| And you love me because you are | |
| As fearless as a twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| But still a scar | |
| Fear plays dumb then eats the soul | |
| Like a vagabond with a fishing pole | |
| He whistles but he cannot sing, | |
| It's an awful tune | |
| But very soon | |
| I find that i am whistling, too | |
| And your window is like a star | |
| That i sit beneath like a vagabond | |
| Who wears his fear | |
| Just like a scar | |
| The blade of our outrageous fortune | |
| Like a parade, it cuts a path, | |
| Light shows on our foolish way | |
| And darkness on | |
| Our aftermath; | |
| If i love you to save myself | |
| And you love me because we are | |
| So fool to think that our parade | |
| Could leave a path | |
| But not a scar | |
| And i love you with all i am | |
| And you love me with what you are◇ | |
| As pretty as a twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| But still a scar |
| What does this look like to you? | |
| A mark so fine, you barely see. | |
| You have one just like it, too | |
| A twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| Cause i love you with all i am | |
| And you love me because you are | |
| As fearless as a twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| But still a scar | |
| Fear plays dumb then eats the soul | |
| Like a vagabond with a fishing pole | |
| He whistles but he cannot sing, | |
| It' s an awful tune | |
| But very soon | |
| I find that i am whistling, too | |
| And your window is like a star | |
| That i sit beneath like a vagabond | |
| Who wears his fear | |
| Just like a scar | |
| The blade of our outrageous fortune | |
| Like a parade, it cuts a path, | |
| Light shows on our foolish way | |
| And darkness on | |
| Our aftermath | |
| If i love you to save myself | |
| And you love me because we are | |
| So fool to think that our parade | |
| Could leave a path | |
| But not a scar | |
| And i love you with all i am | |
| And you love me with what you are | |
| As pretty as a twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| But still a scar |
| What does this look like to you? | |
| A mark so fine, you barely see. | |
| You have one just like it, too | |
| A twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| Cause i love you with all i am | |
| And you love me because you are | |
| As fearless as a twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| But still a scar | |
| Fear plays dumb then eats the soul | |
| Like a vagabond with a fishing pole | |
| He whistles but he cannot sing, | |
| It' s an awful tune | |
| But very soon | |
| I find that i am whistling, too | |
| And your window is like a star | |
| That i sit beneath like a vagabond | |
| Who wears his fear | |
| Just like a scar | |
| The blade of our outrageous fortune | |
| Like a parade, it cuts a path, | |
| Light shows on our foolish way | |
| And darkness on | |
| Our aftermath | |
| If i love you to save myself | |
| And you love me because we are | |
| So fool to think that our parade | |
| Could leave a path | |
| But not a scar | |
| And i love you with all i am | |
| And you love me with what you are | |
| As pretty as a twisting vine, | |
| A mark so fine | |
| But still a scar |
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