It takes a fool to phone a fool When both have said it all We make the rule, bemoan the rule That neither one should call But love that was Is love that is Demands to always be unchanged But then all lovers are deranged. We walk away with memories And clutch them to our hearts We're disembodied entities We move in fits and starts For burning wine Intoxicates, And takes all caution in its flames All lovers are deranged. You know that you don't really fall in love Unles you're seventeen The break of day will make your spirits fly But you can't know what it means Unless you're seventeen. It takes a fight to start a fight And differences remain We have the right to think we're right We're addicts feigning shame For love recalled Is love reborn We're determined to relive the pain But then lovers are deranged.
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