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My thoughts are pollution, my heart is unclear Itīs crazy I should think of you When you were never really here. The past is an echo, the future unknown Your promise is a whisper at the end of the telephone Donīt ever say I told you so, When it comes to love, even saints can lose control Knew you were lying, right from the start I stayed around and let you tear my world apart Beautifully cruel, thatīs all you are And if I could, you know Iīd break your American heart. These thoughts are ridiculous Thereīs nothing to hold Why should I keep on searching for trace grown cold The past is a memory, the future a lie Your love was an illusion thatīs waving goodbye Donīt ever say, I told you so, When it comes to love, even saints can lose control. Knew you were lying, right from the start I stayed around and let you tear my world apart Beautifully cruel, thatīs all you are And if I could, you know, Iīd break your American heart. We may search for answers I donīt know... But if I could, you know I would break your American heart Your American heart Your American heart Knew you were lying, right from the start I stayed around and let you tear my world apart Beautifully cruel, thatīs all you are And if I could, you know, Iīd break your American heart Your American heart Your American heart.
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