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I want it all Love and affection It shouldn't be Too much to ask for The place where we met It crumbled after we left What defined your past life Is not your future scar I'm a clock, set to ten It's always morning or bed again The in-betweens, as trivial as it seems Haven't gained me popularity or friends I'm on cloud nine Basically none of the time There is no cure for loneliness And one day we just die The pure of heart Will conquer worlds It seems clichés Don't come with warnings Last time we met You were a fool Was it a foolish day You were gone in the morning I remember everything The earrings, the grass The day I saw you Through the looking glass I'm on cloud nine Basically none of the time There is no cure for loneliness And one day we just die The little things We swept away Popularity It never lasts