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Oh, she lie on her bed and stare into harsh, white light
And think that her heart's not right
Cause love took head like a thief,
Took her heart like a robber
And the feelings that scare her come hurriedly
Just let me run where I want to run
Just let me love who I want
In a flash, her heart is slain
You have to ask in all this pain:
Was your heart too soft?
Was your love in vain?
Was your kiss too weak?
Were your eyes too tired and much too young to be in love?
Much too young to be in love...