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I didn't fill to the fire |
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This is a delicate thing |
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It's a riot |
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You should keep on looking in |
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She never said she was sorry |
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But always tell her to lie |
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It's a story |
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Of a lifetime passing by |
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You can leave |
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You can leave |
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You can leave her for good |
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Knowing now she was in this |
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But believe |
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But believe |
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But believe that the love was true |
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Thinking about her childhood |
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There must be something wrong |
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There was blur |
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It's the blur of the guilty ones |
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Kiss and me |
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Have no fear |
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Broke my heart |
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She is stolen |
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Let me kiss you like I used to |
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After all that we've been through |
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You did hold me like I hold you |
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You were always filled with grief |
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Kiss and me |
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Have no fear |
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Broke my heart |
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She is stoned |
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This is a quite of a man setting free |
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So tell me your future |
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Right in the streets of your soul |
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Purified |
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And it's better off alone |
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Kiss and me |
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Have no fear |
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Broke my heart |
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She is stolen |
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Let me kiss you like I used to |
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After all that we've been through |
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Can you hold me like I hold you? |
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You were always filled with grief |
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Kiss and me |
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Have no fear |
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Broke my heart |
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She is stolen |
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This is a choir of the man setting free |
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Have to admire getting back on his feet |
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This is a choir of the man setting free |
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Have to admire getting back on his feet |
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This is a choir of the man setting free |
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Have to admire getting back on his feet |
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This is a choir of the man setting free |
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Have to admire getting back on his feet |
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This is a choir getting back on his feet |
