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Monday, May 28, 2007

Beneath the glow of this hanging moon,
Lies a city still and cold.
Our silhouettes walk hand in hand.
The drunken jukebox serenade.
We pretend we're so innocent,
'Cause no one ever likes to hurt.
Go take off that silver dress,
And expose your naked heart.

I'm not capable of love.
That kind of love,
That I felt when I was twenty one.
'Cause I'm not capable of love.
That kind of love,
That I felt when I was twenty one.
Take it back.

So happy birthday darling.
Watch those candles melt away.
Not unlike those chandeliers,
At the bar where we both etched our names.
Who would have thought we'd fall so hard?
Who would have thought we'd fall so fast?
Optimistic children,
Clinging tight to all we never had.

I'm not capable of love.
That kind of love,
That I felt when I was twenty one.
'Cause I'm not capable of love.
That kind of love.
Could I wish that I could take back?
Take it back.

You're the only one I want.
I wish that I could take it back.
Am I not capable of love?
That kind of love,
That I felt when I was twenty one.
'Cause I'd be right if I said,
You're not my biggest regret.
Could I wish that I could take it back?

'Cause I'm not capable of love.
That kind of love,
That I felt when I was twenty one.
Take it back.


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