Medieval

They're calling it a crime
 You give yourself to him
 Taking your love for lies
 Subdued to fit their whim
 Off you go to your childhood home
 Off you go put behind closed doors
 This could be
 A memory
 Of mine
 Of mine
 Of mine
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 Of mine
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 I've never felt that fine
 I'm never giving up
 I'm always on your side
 Right now that's not enough
 Slowly dying in this awkward room
 Slowly dying, little did they know
 This could be
 A memory
 Of mine
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 Of mine
 Of mine
 Of mine
 Where did I go wrong
 I don't want to know
 When did I go wrong
 I don't want to know
 Where did I go wrong
 I don't want to know
 When did I go wrong
 I don't want to know
 Where did I go wrong
 I don't want to know
 When did I go wrong
 I don't want to know
 Where did I go wrong
 I don't want to know
 When did I go wrong
 I don't want to know