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painting our silence
we called it love
but maybe it was only hope
we hung ourselves out on that rope
it doesn't help me cry
i called you friend
and meant it dear
i ponder that as I sit here
but it doesn't answer why
your heart was broken
and you cried all night
i wonder if I could make it right
no, i know you well
we called it love
but maybe that's not enough
survival takes much sterner stuff
and lovers never seem to tell
but maybe it was only hope
we hung ourselves out on that rope
it doesn't help me cry
i called you friend
and meant it dear
i ponder that as I sit here
but it doesn't answer why
your heart was broken
and you cried all night
i wonder if I could make it right
no, i know you well
we called it love
but maybe that's not enough
survival takes much sterner stuff
and lovers never seem to tell
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