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august 1961 stole |
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the taste of freedom |
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the life i used to know |
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16 long years to wait and wonder |
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did she make it? safely make it? is she still alive? |
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if she's still breathing then i'm still waiting. |
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no hope in love. |
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scream at the thought, it's not ok |
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and you dream of the day that she'll be here. |
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i still remember the last note you sent. |
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eight simple words said |
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"no hope in love, no hope in waiting" |
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no hope in hell that i'll stop waiting, that i'll stop loving you. |
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if you still loved him, you'd wait for him. |
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no hope in love. |
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scream at the thought, it's not ok |
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and you dream of the day she'll be here. |
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and your last dying wish would be to see her one last time |
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when the wall came down. |
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scream at the thought. |
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no hope. |
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scream at the last thing you said. |
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there's no hope in love it's just inside your head. |