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If the walls in the room could talk |
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I wonder to myself, would they lie? |
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It's like some kind of jail beams of light |
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Fall through the curtains onto the bed |
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I'm all alone now, I can do as I please |
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I don't feel like doing much of anything |
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True love, ain't that hard to find? |
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Not that you will ever know |
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Would you lay here for a while? |
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Please, do not let me go |
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Please, do not let me go |
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You were sweet enough to sing |
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Oblivious to melody |
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Red suitcase full of clothes |
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Washed up on the shore of memory |
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I'm all alone now and I feel just fine |
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I don't feel much like doing anything |
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True love, ain't that hard to find? |
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Not that either one of us will ever know |
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Would you lay here for a while? |
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Please, do not let me go |
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Please, do not let me go |