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In days of peace |
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Sweet smelling summer nights |
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Of wine and song |
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Dusty pavements, burning feet |
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Why am I crying? |
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I want to know |
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How can I smile and then make it right? |
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For sixty days and eighty nights |
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And not givin' in and lose the fight |
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I'm going back to the ones that |
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I knowWith whom |
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I can be what |
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I want to be |
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And just one week for the feeling to go |
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And with you there to help me, then it probably will |
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I won't go down |
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Acting the same old play |
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Give sixty days for just one night |
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Don't think |
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I'd make it but then |
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I mightI'm going back to the ones that |
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I knowWith whom |
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I can be what |
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I want to be |
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And just one week for the feeling to go |
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And with you there to help me, then it probably will |
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I'm going back to the ones that |
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I knowWith whom |
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I can be what |
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I want to be |
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And just one week for the feeling to go |
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And with you there to help me, then it probably will |
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I'm going back to the ones that |
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I knowWith whom |
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I can be what |
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I want to be |
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And just one week for the feeling to go |
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And with you there to help me, then it probably will |