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Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get up to take you home |
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Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk |
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Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth |
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Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand |
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What can't be decided |
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In the morning it will bring itself to you |
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I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it |
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Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play |
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How long should I stay? |
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Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back |
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Please bite your words |
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Hurry, hurry to believe, I can always trust, as much as you deceive |
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What can't be decided |
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In the morning it will bring itself to you |
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I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it |
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What's your middle name? How do you play the game? |
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I'll be the first to leave |
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When did I grow up? I don't want to say too much |
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I'll be the first to leave |
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What can't be decided |
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In the morning it will bring itself to you |
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What can't be decided |
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Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose |
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I can see what's coming |
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But I'm not saying it |
