Midnight: now I get to turn into the pumpkin
I tried to dress as a man for a while.
Jack-knife: with a little cut, this Jack-o-lantern
gets to wear his idiot smile.

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But baby, I thought I heard you say this could get ugly -
telling me as though I don't already know.
Baby, I couldn't give away the shadow of the thing we called romance.
I know I had my chance.

How I wish I could erase the question mark that's waiting
at the end of every caress.
Now I know the phrase too late's an understatement,
so I'll smile and confess ...

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If love could save us, wouldn't we be saved?
If tears could save us, wouldn't we be saved?
If doubt could save us, wouldn't we be saved?

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