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In this grave hour, |
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I have composed our final song |
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The last words of our love lost (of our love lost) |
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I called your hands home for years, for years, for years, for years on end. |
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It's become distant and |
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I hate my helpless defiance. |
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No.You have no problem finding me, |
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Although you only commit unintentionally. (unintentionally) |
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I do it for the |
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Lord,I do it for |
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Chicago.I once lived for you, |
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And I've never ever been |
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So wrong (wrong), wrong, |
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So wrong (wrong), wrong. |
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We keep building, |
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Building to find no release. |
