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It's not usual |
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To mix the pleasure with the pain |
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It's not usual for me |
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This is so familiar |
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We're like oil and water |
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Maybe theres some relief here |
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In a cover of the day |
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In the afternoon |
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I feel so very strange |
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Like I'm walking on the moon |
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And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded |
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Know when to run and when to catch and hold it |
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It's not usual |
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To mix the pleasure with the pain |
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It's not usual for me |
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And it's not so peculiar to find |
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The strength in something weak |
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Not so peculiar to me |
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In the corner of my mind |
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In a quiet place |
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Remembering a smile |
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An expression on your face |
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And if love flies past your eyes blindfolded |
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Know when to run and when to catch and hold it |
