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Eye to eye stand winners and losers |
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hurt by envy, cut by greed |
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Face to face with their own disillusions |
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The scars of old romances still on their cheeks. |
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And when blow by blow |
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the passion dies sweet little death |
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just have been lies. |
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Some memories of gone by times would still recall the lies. |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder. |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding I start screaming. |
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Time to prove what forever should last. |
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Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test? |
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Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts? |
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And when blow by blow |
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the passion dies sweet little death |
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just have been lies. |
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Some memories of gone by times will still recall the lies. |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder. |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding I start screaming. |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder. |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding I start screaming. |
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The first cut won't hurt at all |
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The second only makes you wonder. |
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The third will have you on your knees |
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You start bleeding I start screaming. |
