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So, come on. |
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And it's all right. |
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I don't you to hold tight. |
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I don't want to let you go |
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But I know that your mind's made up. |
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So, go. |
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It's a shiver. |
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A sigh. |
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It's a wooden |
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Goodbye. |
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From the lips brushed aside |
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And it's over in a... |
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You can still stay with me forever |
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I know better to go away whenever. |
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Shot down, open season. |
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So bright |
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It's a poison. |
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A knife, digging in under skin |
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And it's never goin' to stop. |
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And it's all right. |
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I guess. |
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If it's better |
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Than this. |
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Then we'll know, so it goes |
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So it goes and goes and - |
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You can still stay with me forever. |
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I know better than to go away whenever. |
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So come on. |
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And it's all right. |
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Come on. |
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And it's all right. |
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Come on. |
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And it's all right. |
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Come on. |
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And it's all right. |
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Come on. |
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Come on. |
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Come on. |
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Come on. |
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Come on. |
