A little bit of history repeating

"You're dangerous, you don't know what you want. Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot for any spirit to haunt.
You're an accident waiting to happen, you're a piece of glass left there on a beach. Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to. Then you leave me just out of reach... you stole it 'cos I needed the cash, and you killed it 'cos I needed revenge. Well you lied to me 'cos I asked you to. Baby, can we still be friends?...
Took a drive in the dirty rain, to a place where the wind calls your name. Under the trees, the river laughing at you and me. Hallelujah! Heaven's white rose the doors you open I just can't close."

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