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Sunday promises |
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I cannot wait till eight |
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and black is black |
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and white is white |
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You can't escape your troubled mind |
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She is climbing in the sea |
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She is swimming in the trees |
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And everyday is just the last |
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Time that I see you |
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And darling, I need a place to stay |
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Does your pocket have any space? |
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Send me into bed and under the sheets |
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and I heard somewhere |
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That our lips want to meet |
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and I made you a coat out of rain |
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I made it with the hell in my veins |
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The words that I should have said |
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That go in the back of my head |
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and you can leave if you want |
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Just leave your little hands with me |
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You don't need it and I don't want it |
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I don't need it and you don't want it |
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Signed: Teenage Love |
