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the sleepless nights, the daily fights |
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the quick toboggan when you reach the heights |
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i miss the kissess and i miss the bites |
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i wish i were inlove again |
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the broken dates, the endless waits |
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the lovely loving and the hateful hates |
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the conversation with the flying plates |
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i wish i were inlove again |
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no more pain, no more strain |
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now im sane |
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but. |
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i would rather be punch drunk |
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the pulled out fur of cat and cur |
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the fine mismating of a him and her |
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ive learned my lesson |
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but i wish i were inlove again |
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the furtive sigh, the blackened eye |
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the words \"i love you till the day i die\" |
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the self deception that believes the lie |
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i wish i were inlove again |
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when love congeals, it soon reveals |
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the faint aroma of performing seals |
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the double crossing of a pair of heels |
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i wish i were inlove again |
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no, no more care |
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no, no more despair |
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now im all there now |
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but id rather be punch drunk |
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believe me sir, i much prefer |
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the classic battle of a him and her |
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i dont like quiet and i wish i were inlove again |
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in love again |
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in love again |
