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Seasons change and passions change |
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But I live in a city with no seasons or passions at all |
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It's awful |
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Trouble sleeping |
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The curse of feeling |
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Everything and nothing ever at all |
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You're awful |
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Love will come easy with a face like that |
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You'll never have to spend another single night alone |
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Oh, years will disappear with a pain like that |
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You will find yourself alone again, alone |
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Oh hoII don't wanna die until a little light inside is found |
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Every time |
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I lift my eyes the sun is going down |
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Code in conversation |
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In a crowded club |
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A crippled congregation |
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Impatience |
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Morning stars been shedding light on |
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Sleeping, shame on |
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Coat on, dirty |
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I'm thirty |
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Love will come easy with a face like that |
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You'll never have to spend another shape or night alone |
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The years will disappear with a face like that |
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You will find yourself alone again, alone |
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Oh ho, oh ho |
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II don't wanna die until a little light inside is found |
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Every time |
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I lift my eyes the sun is going down |
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I can't keep falling |
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I can't keep falling |
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I can't keep falling down |
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My feet keep slipping |
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My head keep tripping |
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The ground keeps giving out |
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IconsIcons of summer |
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II don't wanna die until a little light inside is found |
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Every time |
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I lift my eyes the sun is going down |
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I can't keep falling |
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I can't keep falling |
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I can't keep falling down |
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My feet keep slipping |
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My head keep tripping |
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The ground keeps giving out |
