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She clutches on to his protruding hips |
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for dear life |
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Going down |
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she is going under |
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She wishes he were emotional |
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or something approaching tenderness |
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Outside the weather beats a little harder |
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than her heart |
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Not even this will keep them together |
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She makes love |
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He makes time pass a little less painfully |
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One and the same perhaps |
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This time it could be everything |
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It's enough reason for staying |
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It's enough to make you want to die |
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The hardest part is trying |
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not to make a mess of it all |
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It's all we have to be thankful for |
