One set of doors was the color of honey One set of doors was pink and grey Well I wonder which set is mine, said she As she walked down the long hallway
Well I wonder which set of rooms are mine For in these rooms she would live and die
Well it's better to have loved and lost (ah but it's better not to lose) Then to never have loved at all (never have loved, never have loved at all) Well it's better to have loved and lost (ah but it's better not to lose) Then to always be alone (always be alone) In your heart
I thought that there was more involved Through all that time and all these months I stopped many times to question you Well I told you that it was the right thing to do
Well it's better to have loved and lost (ah but it's better not to lose) Then to never have loved at all (never have loved, never have loved at all) Well it's better to have loved and lost (ah but it's better not to lose) Then to always be alone (always be alone) In your heart
But I knew that this was just for now And the time would take it's toll upon us all Well it would break our hearts Tear it apart But no one understood The affairs of the heart
Well it's better to have loved and lost Then to never have loved at all (never have loved, never have loved at all) Well it'll break your heart Tear it apart But no one understands (no one understands) The affairs of the heart
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