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(rock kilough) |
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Ever want to runaway? |
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Ever want to leave? |
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Never want to hang around? |
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Never want to grieve? |
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If love turned into labor |
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I would just resign |
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Working through the hard times never crossed my mind |
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And i'm guity of entering and breaking hearts so dear |
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Guilty of unlawful flight and failing to appear |
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I've commited all the crimes of love - every felony |
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Now, i have but once defense - to plead insanity |
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Where can i surrender? |
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I'm tired of being free |
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I want love to come and make a prisioner out of me |
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Lock me in your velvet cell and throw away the key |
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Events have come full circle now |
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I spend my nights alone |
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Where love was once so full and free |
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Love had up and gone |
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If the good lord should see fit to bring |
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Sweet love my way again |
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I'll die before i run away |
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And be the fool i've been |
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Where can i surrender? |
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I'm tired of being free |
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I want love to come and make a prisioner out of me |
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Lock me in your velvet cell and throw away the key |
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Lock me in your velvet cell and throw away the key |
