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How can you call this
Call this fiction
When there's fingerprints?
Not to mention
Misquoting a kiss
When it's on, when it's on, when it's on
When it's on when it's on, when it's on
When it's on your lips

I know your love in all five senses
I know it wasn't all just in my head
I know we didn't play pretend when
You slid out of your clothes
I'll quote your love in all five senses
I know our love was written with a pen
And I know you know it, and I know you know it

Was it make believe?
Was it just a dream?
Were the memories
Just a fantasy?
Paint the roses green
Say they're just a weed
Turning you and me
Into make believe

How could
Could you say I knew
We were too good
Too good to be true?
Darling, I should
Shouldn't be confused
'Cause you know and you know and you know
And you know and it was always me and you

Was it make believe?
Was it just a dream?
Were the memories
Just a fantasy?
Paint the roses green
Say they're just a weed
Turning you and me
Into make believe