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Home fires, nothing left to do, |
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Not the same old point of view |
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...say you do |
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Little bitches, learn my tricks, |
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All defences i stick up your face |
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And love is a number |
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I died on the carpet, now that is a scene! |
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Volleys of angels, i spread them with wings |
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Overtouched... love is a number |
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One of the lies, one of the looks, one of the times... |
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I've just left the house |
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I'm through making out |
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With my dreams |
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Well i feel left out |
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I'm through making out: |
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Love is a number. |
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Midnight, walks alone |
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The secret is up, your face is down, |
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And love is a number |
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(gika-gika!) and to the men who chose lies: |
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What is science, when history's in doubt? |
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Some say |
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Some say sex sells |
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Some say |
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Some say sex sells (etc) |
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I've just left the room, i no more can consume |
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This kiss (...this kiss) |
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Those kisses we made |
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The messes... we meant it? |
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Home fires, nothing left to do |
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Never wasting words with you |
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Say you do |
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Shallow secrets cross my head |
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All the symbols i stick in your head |
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That love is a number |
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And you're wailing, you're wailing, you're wailing, it's true |
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I fucking love myself |
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I better love you |
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Some say / some say sex sells (i better love you) |
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Some say / some say sex sells (i think about you you) |
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Some say / some say sex sells (i always speak the truth) |
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Some say / some say sex sells (i think about you) |
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I think about you... |
