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We've gotta try not to let this thing die |
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I love you so much but it's making me cry |
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Cos every ounce of loving I give |
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You use a stick to beat me with |
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Is it curtains, finito, dusted and done |
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Dead in the water, over before it's begun |
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Do I make you happy |
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Do you need me |
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Can you live without my sweet loving |
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Are we still in love |
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Do we want it enough |
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Or are we just kissing in the wind |
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I thought I knew you like the back of my hand |
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I love you so much but where do I stand |
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When Cupid's aim is true and his bow finely tuned |
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He never fails to leave you with an exit wound |
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So even when his arrow scores a direct hit |
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You go from head over heels to arse over tit |
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Do I make you happy |
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Do you need me |
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Can you live without my sweet loving |
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Are we still in love |
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Do we want it enough |
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Or are we just kissing in the wind |
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Do I make you happy |
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Do you need me |
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Can you live without my sweet loving |
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Are we still in love |
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Do we want it enough |
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Or are we just kissing in the wind |
