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Wait there, just enough to see you smile. |
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I mixed up the distance of the miracle mile. |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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Just stand there, you could never make me go through it. |
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The congas, they're bleeding through his bit-battle wounds |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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Whip me, but don't beat me. |
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I can't can't call? |
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I can't can't call? |
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You never left? |
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The sun beats down upon the brain of confusion? |
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But houses seems much better if the roof is connected. |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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You could never publish my love |
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Whip me, but don't beat me. |
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Yeah, I can't cat fall? |
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A cat cat call? |
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You never left. |
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A cat cat call. |
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A cat cat call. |
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A cat cat call |