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When the summer is fast* |
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The bruise will be slow |
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That's when I fell in love |
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With my winter rose |
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And it felt just like |
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An angel that came |
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Like a magic light |
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Like a little flame |
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Signs will fall to us |
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When the point brakes through |
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There's no kindest words |
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Than the blistering truth |
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People call for love |
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When it's almost too much |
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It's the faceless shame |
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That you cannot touch |
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If you say you love me |
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Then I ever owe you |
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When you are full of bee |
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Then I have my eye on you |
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When the loving is fast |
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Then the bruise will be slow |
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That's how I fell in love |
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With my winter rose |
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And I will paint the face |
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To the clear back at me |
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I'll be lying lies |
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Only I can see |
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If you say you love me |
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Then I ever own you |
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When you are full of bee |
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Then I have my eye on you |
