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And even my head, playing it's part |
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It's not time |
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We can't get away with it |
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Even my heart, playing it's part |
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Holding time |
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Just to get away with it |
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It don't matter what we think of |
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It don't matter what we try |
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I'd even lay my life down |
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Just to cross that line |
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It don't matter what I say to you |
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It don't matter if I cry |
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The silence of the evening |
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Sweet as suicide |
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And even my life |
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Couldn't suffice |
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It's not polite all right |
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And if I could lie to you |
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I'd deny it every time |
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Willingly apt to fall for you |
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Beginning to |
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It don't matter what we think of it |
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It don't matter what we try |
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I'd even lay my life down |
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Just to cross that line |
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Don't matter what I say to you |
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It don't matter if I cry |
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The silence of the evening the sweetest suicide |
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It don't matter what we think of it |
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It don't matter what we try |
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I'd even lay my life down |
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Just to cross that line |
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Don't matter what I say to you |
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It don't matter if I cry |
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The silence of the evening the sweetest suicide |
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It don't matter what we think of it |
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It don't matter what we try |
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I'd even lay my life down |
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Just to cross that line |
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Don't matter what I say to you |
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It don't matter if I cry |
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The silence of the evening the sweetest suicide |