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There is no way that you can love her like I do |
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Oh no |
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There is no way - I see through you |
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Cause when I hold her in the night |
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All that is wrong will become right |
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And I know that she feels it too |
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'Cause no one loves her like I do |
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But still I'm crying |
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Feels like bleeding |
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From two self inflicted wounds |
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Feels like dying |
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Feels like dying |
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But I'll live |
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But I'll live |
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There is no way that you could touch her like I do |
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Oh no |
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She thinks of me when she's with you |
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She wants it gently like a child |
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But play her right and she goes wild |
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But you can never ask her why |
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Then she will close up and deny |
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But still I'm bleeding |
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This old road salt |
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From my self inflicted eyes |
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Slowly scarring |
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And corroding |
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To thaw this young heart of ice |
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And I'm kneeling |
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Yes, I'm kneeling |
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But I'll live |
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But I'll live |
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I can see how you would need her to spice up your grind |
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I can see why she moves you, knocks you out of orbit and mind |
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And I can see how you need her to save you from yourself |
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Unmeshing you from your grid, to dust you off on your shelf |
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But I can't see why she needs you |
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No |
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I can't see that at all |
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You'd have something that I don't? |
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Would that be possible? |
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Would that be possible? |
