In love, there is only pain
What is there to gain?
Yet, you and me
We fall again and again
Happy in our tears
Joyful in those coming years
We deceive and pretend
Ourselves from the coming end
What is there to gain?
Yet, you and me
We fall again and again
Happy in our tears
Joyful in those coming years
We deceive and pretend
Ourselves from the coming end
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