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Your love, |
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Your love is second hand you know? |
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You didn't let me see at all |
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You dragged your old feelings here to us. |
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I walk, I walk until I see the place |
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That reminds me of yesterday |
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And throw all your lies away |
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You could have done it so much better |
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You could have told me |
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I was never the one |
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And I never lend me your heart |
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I'm disorder but you wasn't too much older |
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I could fly with you, start, restart, undo |
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But I could never forget the pain you made |
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I'm not inlaid to you |
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I'm not inlaid to you |
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Once more |
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You talks |
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You talks are second hand, you know? |
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And I don't want them anymore |
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Te be next to my sweet soul |
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I thought that you and I could make a song |
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Telling all these stories of how loners do go on |
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I still hear you guitar in my ear |
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And I hear you whispering your love |
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I feel, I feel your heart beating fast enough |
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To be making love, to be making love |
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To be making love, oh no! |
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You could have done it so much better |
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Well you could have done it so much better |
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You could have told me I was never the one |
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I never lend me your heart |
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I'm disorder but you wasn't too much older |
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I could fly with you, start, restart, undo |
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But I could never forget the pain you made |
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I'm not inlaid to you |
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I'm not inlaid to you |
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Once more |
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Well you could have done it so much better |
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You could have told me I was never the one |
