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Such a yearning in me |
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at your side |
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Such a burden for me |
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to let it ride |
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But the more that I ask, the less you'll fly |
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and I can't have that on my conscience |
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I'll have to find you, baby |
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on my own |
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I'll poke and prod you, baby |
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'till I know |
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But I need to make sure you don't feel me so |
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As I implore this unknown science |
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Stumbled far and wide |
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For your smile |
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What I've learned |
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I've left behind, in a pile |
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As a new man, I've walked these miles |
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'till my sins numbered seven |
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Stumbled far and wide |
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For your smile |
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What I've learned |
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I've left behind, in a pile |
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As a new man, I've walked these miles |
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'till my sins numbered seven |