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The holiest of words that you'll ever hear |
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Are the words that I love you |
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Upon a welcome ear |
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Oh oh oh |
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But I'm seeking asylum from what I have done |
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I've broken the heart of |
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My dear and closest one |
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Oh oh oh |
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Oh oh oh |
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Our routine was nearly perfect but so well rehearsed |
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Seemingly so flawless |
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But truthfully coerced |
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Oh, oh Anne |
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I'm thinkin' about you |
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Oh, oh Anne |
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I'm thinkin' about you |
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But the amber is dead now |
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No bellows could it save |
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No forced air or maneuvering |
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By the most zealest of faiths |
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Oh, oh Anne |
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I'm thinkin' about you |
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Oh, oh Anne |
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I'm thinkin' about you |
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Oh, oh Anne |
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I'm thinkin' about you |
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Oh, oh Anne |
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I'm thinkin' about you |
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh |