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Come |
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Like a baby to the breast |
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Every inch of you to test my skin |
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You |
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Deepen cracks and pour in more |
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Still standing at the door in tears |
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And I feel |
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And do you feel |
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Enough love |
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Or do you feel |
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Or do you feel |
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Enough love is too rare |
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Still |
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Leaving me untied in hands |
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That you tied and locked away alive |
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Here |
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I can't stand another scene |
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Can't face another day |
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In here |
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And I feel |
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And do you feel |
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Enough love |
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Or do you feel |
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Or do you feel |
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Enough love is too rare |
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Do I feel |
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Do you feel |
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Enough love |
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Or do you feel |
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Or do you feel |
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Enough love is too rare |
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You could weather me if I turned to stone |
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If I turned to stone something like a statue |
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You could keep me hidden in your garden |
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Then no-one need ever know |
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And I feel |
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And do you feel |
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Enough love |
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Or do you feel |
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Or do you feel |
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Enough love is too rare |
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Do I feel |
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Do you feel |
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Enough love |
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Or do you feel |
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Or do you feel |
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Enough love is too rare |