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I must disguise and muffle my sighs |
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Pour me some wine so all is right |
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We can't deny our love has no spine |
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The higher we fly the less we hide |
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How're you faring? |
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Oh it's harrowing for me |
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Stop despairing |
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Could be windfall at our feet |
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Come hither, commiserate |
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Isn't it strange we feel the same |
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Sitting here, we're face to face |
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Somehow the spell has been erased |
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How're you faring? |
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Oh it's harrowing for me |
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Stop despairing |
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Could be windfall at our feet |
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Staring down at those ink black waves |
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They could be my far too early grave |
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Winged can, safely land |
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How're you faring? |
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Oh it's harrowing for me |
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Stop despairing |
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Could be windfall at our feet |
