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The newcomer arrives |
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Possession and guilt in his face |
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Apologises to the customs man |
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For the gaping hole in his suitcase |
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Says 'i've seen where promises are made |
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I've seen how people are undone |
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It's always done |
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Man to man |
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One to one |
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I'm ditching an empty suitcase |
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I've been in storytown |
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I've been swimming in poisons |
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Been slowing up and down |
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I've known the eeriest wounds |
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The soul's long quarantine |
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When no rewards remain |
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No one and nothing comes clean |
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I've been blown about for years |
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On my way to you |
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I've been blown about for years |
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On my way to you |
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And i still turn to love |
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I want to burn again |
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And i still turn to love |
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In a room |
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Where arrangements are made for success |
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You try to say that you possess me |
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By your caress |
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I met your lover yesterday |
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Wearing some things i left at your place |
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Singing a song that means a lot to me |
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I've known a certain grace |
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I've been blown about for years |
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On my way to you .. |
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And i still turn to love |
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I'm still turning |
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I want to burn again |