Steal all the chandeliers down your street and call it romance,
Stop kissing all the neighbours that your brother meets,
Don't promise it's chance.
And I've been saying later lately,
So I'll colour a map,
I'll lead you to the mountains we'll meet,
It's almost a trap
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