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Don't let me out of this kiss |
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Don't let me say what I say |
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The things that scare us today |
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What if they happen someday |
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Don't let me out of your arms |
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For now |
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What if the sword kills the pen |
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What if the god kills the man |
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And if he does it with love |
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Well then it's death from above |
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And death from above is still a death |
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I don't want to live without you |
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I don't want to live without you |
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I don't want to live |
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I don't want to live |
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Without you |
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I don't want to live |
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I don't want to live |
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Without you |
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For those who still can recall |
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The desperate colors of fall |
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The sweet caresses of May |
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Only in poems remain |
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No one recites them these days |
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For the shame |
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So what if nothing is safe |
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So what if no one is saved |
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No matter how sweet |
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No matter how brave |
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What if each to his own lonely grave |
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I don't want to live without you |
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I don't want to live without you |
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I don't want to live |
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I don't want to live |
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Without you |
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I don't want to live |
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I don't want to live |
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Without you |
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I don't want to live |
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I don't want to live |
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Without you |
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I don't want to live |
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I don't want to live |
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Without you |
