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Loving him is like driving a new Maserati |
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Down a dead-end street |
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Faster than the wind, passionate as sin |
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Ending so suddenly |
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Loving him is like trying to change your mind |
| [00:31.95] |
Once you're already flying through the free fall |
| [00:37.39] |
Like the colors in autumn, so bright |
| [00:40.25] |
Just before they lose it all |
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Losing him was blue like I'd never known |
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Missing him was dark grey, all alone |
| [00:52.16] |
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met |
| [00:59.62] |
But loving him was red |
| [01:15.23] |
Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted |
| [01:19.18] |
Was right there in front of you |
| [01:21.89] |
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing |
| [01:25.08] |
All the words to your old favorite song |
| [01:29.75] |
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword |
| [01:32.77] |
And realizing there's no right answer |
| [01:37.36] |
Regretting him was like wishing you never found out |
| [01:41.12] |
That love could be that strong |
| [01:45.79] |
Losing him was blue like I'd never known |
| [01:49.65] |
Missing him was dark grey, all alone |
| [01:53.20] |
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met |
| [02:00.80] |
But loving him was red |
| [02:16.35] |
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes |
| [02:20.21] |
Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go |
| [02:23.75] |
But moving on from him is impossible |
| [02:26.66] |
When I still see it all in my head |
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In burning red |
| [02:39.29] |
Loving him was red |
| [02:47.00] |
Losing him was blue like I'd never known |
| [02:50.74] |
Missing him was dark grey, all alone |
| [02:54.40] |
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met |
| [03:01.91] |
But loving him was red |
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And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head |
| [03:22.27] |
Comes back to me, burning red |
| [03:27.36] |
Yeah, yeah |
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His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street |
