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Sometimes we find things we're not looking for,

and we lose the sense of reason.

Sometimes we lose what we are caring for,

and then face the day without them.

My life,

my home,

my you!

Sometimes we fail to say how hurt we are,

when the word we fear speaks treason.

Don't wanna be there when my cupid dies,

from a wound by his own arrow.

Here's to life,

my home,

my you!

I raise a glass and drown my sorrow,

when I'm on my own.

I dry my eyes on a shoulder,

but it's not my own.

I cannot hold you,

my tears are made of stone.

I feel a tap on my shoulder,

but tonight I dance alone.