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Out of happiness |
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Can come a bitterness |
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Move the readiness |
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Into a headiness |
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With your last caress |
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Started motionless |
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Like the sinner says |
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Move your body-ness |
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And mine, mine |
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Go high and high |
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It moves too slow |
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Before you know |
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Into happiness |
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With a sweet caress |
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From the loving-ness |
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With the somewhere blessed |
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What becomes us next |
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Nothing we can test |
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Nothing we can trust |
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If we can't caress |
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Why make sense |
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When the world around refuses? |
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A winner lost is one who always chooses |
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Nothing left can leave you all out of time |
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And without it, you're nearing your decline |
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Why be tough |
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When strength is just for losers? |
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Be what you are |
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At the mercy of yours |
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It's the clouding of our minds |
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It's the morning of our lives |
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It's the mystery we find |
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In the cursing of our time |
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[x3] |
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Why make sense |
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When the world around refuses? |
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A winner lost is one who always chooses |
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Nothing left can leave you all out of time |
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And without it, you're nearing your decline |
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Why be tough |
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When strength is just for losers? |
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Be what you are |
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At the mercy of yours |
