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Another hotel with ruined plans |
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Romantic gesture with ruined plans |
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And so you make it your own but this is where your arm can't go |
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You make it your own |
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Another phone call with ruined plans |
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Romantic gesture with ruined plans |
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And so you make it your own but this is where your arm can't go |
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You make it your own but this is where your arm can't go |
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And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now |
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I won't wear your shoes and I won't clip your wings |
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I see it when you lied, we all look so surprised |
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And will you come back? Will you come back? |
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And breathing in smoke signs like a puppet told to drive |
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And will you come back? Will you come back? |
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And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now |
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And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now |
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And your red sky at night won't follow me, it won't follow me now |
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And your red sky at night won't follow me, you won't follow me now |
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And where are your manners? So where are your manners? |
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And where are your manners? And where are your manners? |
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So where are your manners? And where are your manners? |
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And where are your manners? And where are your manners? |
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So where are your manners? And where are your manners? |
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So where are your manners? And where are your manners? |
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And where are your manners? So where are your manners? |
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So where are your manners? |