One day is beautiful
The next one is dull
Like a dark summer's night
Following a summer so bright
I had what many call Paradise
I wasn't very wise to walk away twice
What am I, a mistress, a wife?
Why do I always have to lead half a life?
Well, a slice of the cake is better than none
My life would be over if you were gone
Half a heart's better than half a life
But I guess half a life's better than nothing
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