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ONE TWO THREE FOUR |
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Eye to eye stand winners and losers |
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Hurt by envy, cut by greed |
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Face to face with their own disillusion |
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The scars of old romances still on their cheeks |
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And when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death |
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Just have been lies the memories of gone by time |
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Would still recall the lie |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding i start screaming |
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Time to prove what forever should last |
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Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test |
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Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts |
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And when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death |
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Just have been lies the memories of gone by time |
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Would still recall the lie |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start screaming i start bleeding |
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The first cut |
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The second cut |
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The third cut |
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Ah! |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding, i start screaming |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding I start screaming. |
