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Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me |
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Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt |
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This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt |
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Doesn't care if he gets hurt |
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Green eyes, green eyes |
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Green eyes, green eyes |
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If it were but a matter of faith |
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If it were measured in petitions and prayer |
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She would materialise, all fleshed out |
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But it is not, nor do i care |
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Green eyes, green eyes |
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Green eyes, green eyes |
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So hold me and hold me, don't tell me your name |
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This morning will be wiser than this evening is |
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Then leave me to my enemied dreams |
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And be quiet as you are leaving, miss |
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Green eyes... |
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Green eyes, green eyes |
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Green eyes, green eyes |
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Green eyes, green eyes |
