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The boy with the thorn in his side |
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Behind the hatred there lies |
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A murderous desire |
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For love |
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But how can she look into my eyes |
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Still she don't believe me |
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How can she hear me say those words |
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Still she don't believe me |
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And if she don't believe me now |
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Will she ever believe me |
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And if she don't believe me now |
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Will she ever believe me |
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The boy with the thorn in his side |
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Behind the hatred there lies |
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A plundering desire |
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For love |
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How can she look the love in our eyes |
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Still she don't believe us |
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And after all this time |
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She don't want to believe us |
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And if she don't believe us now |
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Will she ever believe us |
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And if you want to live |
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How do you start |
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Where do you go |
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How am i supposed to know |