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In the night where |
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I live,There's strange force in your kiss oh |
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All's divine in desire |
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With an ire of philosophy, |
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Burning scrolls in the naked heat, |
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Oh how coy is your little boy. |
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No!Cause I know it don't read that well. |
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Yeah!I got buried |
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No it won't be long before |
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I rise inI got buried |
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No it won't be long. |
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Yeah!In the night where |
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I live,Your children sway they fuel the kitch |
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Raise their glass to |
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Soviet cries in the ward, |
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And in shadows |
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Outright, in times of old, |
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Fumes are falling, smell them burn, |
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Like always, yes always. |
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Now here!Cause |
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I know it don't read that well. |
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And I know, only time will tell me |
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I got buried |
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No it won't be long before |
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I rise in. |
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I got buried |
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No it won't be long before |
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I rise in song |
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And I know it don't read that well, yeah |
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I got buried |
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No it won't be long before |
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I rise in. |
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I got oh buried |
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Oh noCause |
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I know I got you |
