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You film the dark in Technicolor |
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And I?ll be wrapped around your finger |
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If you?ve a lesson you can teach my heart |
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You rescued me out of a lake |
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So deep and dark with my mistakes |
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That I get wet whenever we?re apart |
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You are more than what I bargained for |
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You are my guiding star |
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You are, that?s what you are |
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You are my Shangri-La |
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You are, that?s where you are |
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Did I pretend to crave their souls? |
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To serve while kissing all their holes |
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Did I pretend to be their truest friend? |
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Another string, a bow of sin |
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My heart, a silent violin |
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At least you made me tune it in the end |
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You are more than what I bargained for |
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You are my guiding star |
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You are, that?s what you are |
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You are my Shangri-La |
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You are, that?s where you are |
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And if you want to run away for the day |
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I will stay by your side |
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But if you want to leave me here |
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Then my dear, I won?t fear suicide |
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More than I bargained for |
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You are my guiding star |
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You are, that?s what you are |
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You are my Shangri-La |
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You are, that?s where you are |
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You are my guiding star |
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You are, that?s what you are |
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You are my Shangri-La |
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You are, that?s where you are |
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You are, you are, you are |
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You are, you are, you are |
