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I feel you love like a punch in the heart |
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cause everytime your near im back to the start |
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and time keeps making a mess of me |
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im like a rusted old boat lost out at sea |
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cold wind blows, hard on me |
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and i hear your ghost calling me, |
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calling from the warm shore to carry me home, i hear you calling from the warm shore to carry me home |
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and the wheels keep taking me back to street |
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where i would press you against the bonet just to feel your heat, where i would press you against the bonet to keep our heat |
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cold wind blows, hard on me |
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and i hear your ghost calling me, |
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calling from the warm shore to carry me home, i hear you calling from the warm shore to carry me home |
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and i feel you love like a punch in the hear, |
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and every time your near im back to the start |
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and the wheels keep taking me back to your street, |
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where i would press you against the bonet just to feel you heat, where i would press you against the bonet just to keep our heat. |
