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I'm tired of telling the story |
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Tired of telling it your way |
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Yeh I know what I saw |
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I know that I found the floor |
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Before you take my heart, reconsider |
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Before you take my heart, reconsider |
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I've opened the door |
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I've opened the door |
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Here comes the summer's son |
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He burns my skin |
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I ache again |
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I'm over you |
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I thought I had a dream to hold |
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Maybe that has gone |
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Your hands reach out and touch me still |
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But this feels so wrong |
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Before you take my heart, reconsider |
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Before you take my heart, reconsider |
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I've opened the door |
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I've opened the door |
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Here comes the summer's son |
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He burns my skin |
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I ache again |
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I'm over you |
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Here comes the winter's rain |
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To cleanse my skin |
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I wake again |
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I'm over you |
