I look for her in red cars
And I shuffle through the stars
And every night I tell to the moon
"I want to meet her really soon"
She listens to me with a smile
So faint it's kinda senile
I guess the moon already knows
Of our destiny of woes
The stars are forbidden to lighten our path
They sob at our forever start
The universe is moving on
And I can't even if I want
If only it would fit like the fit of a glove
Then maybe it won't be so bittersweet, our love
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Context: love is a sin
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