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Just hands off this time |
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Now pick off your heart, babe |
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Now pick off your heart, babe |
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That's not the right chords |
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No birth chords, just in my head |
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The night is ready, giving to bay |
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The night is ready, giving to ray |
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The night comes to slap my head |
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The night comes to straw my hair |
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The night goes round smooth my hair |
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It goes round smooth my hair |
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Go away |
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Go and take the words out |
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Go and give the peace and give it to me |
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And I am crazy give it to me |
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And I am crazy giving to me |
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Just bad enough to be crazy giving away |
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Just plain crazy, crazy as before |
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And no one will be here |
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And no one will be mine |
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'Cause waiting I'll be |
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To trap, to make it |
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To trap, to make it |
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To trap, to make it |
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No I never felt like this |
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No I never felt like this |
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No I never felt like this |
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No I never felt like this |
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No I never felt like this |
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No I never felt like this |
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No I never felt like this |
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No I never felt like this |
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Just to make it better |
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And stop this |
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And stop it and stop it |
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And stop it, stop it |
