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Can fool-hearted love affairs |
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Be more than just wet thighs? |
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All that you're giving me |
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I don't recognize |
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The strength of your beauty's been |
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Somewhere seeking solitude |
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But you're just afraid of me |
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It's all in your eyes |
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And here we are |
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My heart's in your hand |
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We did this all wrong |
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Let's do it again |
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You're a gun |
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This bad taste of leaving |
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Will rush through our mouths |
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The words that I'm sealing |
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I'll start with now |
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And if my words were stone |
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I'd kiss them in your mouth |
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And though you're the lion |
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I'll drag you down |
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And here we are |
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My heart's in your hand |
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We did this all wrong |
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Let's do it again |
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You're a gun |
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Let's sing tonight |
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Holding my hand |
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We could be friends |
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But I'm better off sleeping alone |
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I'm nothing, like an urn |
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I'm filling my body with flesh that you've burnt |
