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I don't know when to start or when to stop |
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My luck's like a button |
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I can't stop pushing it |
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My head feels light |
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But I'm still in the dark |
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Seems like without tenderness there's something missing |
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Tenderness |
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Where is the |
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Tenderness |
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Where is it? |
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I don't know where |
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I am but I know |
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I don't like it |
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I open my mouth and out pops something spiteful |
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Words are so cheap, but they can turn out expensive |
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Words like conviction can turn into a sentence |
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I held your hands |
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Rings but none on that finger |
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We danced and danced |
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But I was scared to go much further with it |
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Just half a chance |
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Make sure that one night you're here, |
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But next night you're not |
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It always leaves me searching for a little |
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Tenderness |
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Where is the |
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Tenderness |
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Where is the |
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Tenderness? |
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Whistling in the graveyard |
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Calling up your girlfriend |
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Just trying to make her understand |
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You're squeezing the telephone like it was her hand |
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No question (so many questions) |
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She's going to catch you out boy |
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It all seems so underhand |
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Now she's the only thing that ever made you feel like a man, man |
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Madman, madman |
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Tenderness |
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Where is the |
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Tenderness |
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Tenderness |
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Tenderness |
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Where is it? |
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I held your hands |
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Rings but none on that finger |
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We danced and danced |
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But I was scared to go much further with it |
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Just half a chance |
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Make sure that one night you're here, |
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But next night you're not |
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It always leaves me searching for a little |
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Tenderness |
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Where is the |
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Tenderness? |
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I'm just sick to death of second best, pet |
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Why should the morning always find you unimpressed? |
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Is your love like a button? |
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You can't stop pushing it? |
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Oh this all night longing can be such a long time |
