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Winding is this road of yours |
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(Walk on your own) |
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Confident of early scores |
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(They will be gone) |
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Waiting is my favourite bore |
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(Maybe you'll see) |
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Thwarted love will hurt me more |
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(Reconcile me) |
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A million of worse things |
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Worse than kissing you |
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An angel with black wings |
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Will finally prove |
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That. This. Is. Love |
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You predict a common end |
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(Fresh out of lies) |
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Kiss me make my backbone bend |
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(Sweet as your cries) |
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Spread your wings and make a turn |
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(Make them all see) |
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Let me feel that angry burn |
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(In love with me) |
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A million of worse things |
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Worse than kissing you |
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An angel with black wings |
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Will finally prove |
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That. This. Is. Love |
