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Saved by her grace, Oh so fair without a lock of hair |
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grabs her by the waist, lifts her high above |
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says: Behold my love! |
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With you, I'll never be lonely |
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without you I'll never be sane |
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for you, I shall conquer the oceans |
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for you, I'll just leave them again |
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Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of |
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pride and poverty and we shall overcome |
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bring her into our hearts of tar and stone |
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until that warm embrace will come |
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Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of |
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pride and poverty and we shall overcome |
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bring her into our hearts of tar and stone |
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until that warm embrace will come |
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Words so tender, slowly whispered |
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heed her bittersweet caress |
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swears he'll never leave, he'll never lie to her again |
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never lie to her again, he'll never lie to her again |
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My dear, forgive me my feelings |
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my dear, I'll give you my all |
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just save me from all these thoughts now |
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just spare me, be there when I fall |
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Woken by her voice |
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a song she's hummed so many times before |
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hear her calling, hear her yearning |
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for his hand again |
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With you, I'll never be lonely |
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without you I'll never be sane |
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for you, I shall conquer the oceans |
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for you, I'll just leave them again |
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Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of |
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pride and poverty and we shall overcome |
|
bring her into our hearts of tar and stone |
|
until that warm embrace will come |
|
Absinthe love affairs, we fill our lungs with hymns of |
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pride and poverty and we shall overcome |
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bring her into our hearts of tar and stone |
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until that warm embrace will come |
