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Empty hours spent combing the streets |
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In daytime showers they've become my beat |
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As I walk from Cafe to Bar |
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I wish I knew where you are |
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You've sort of clouded my mind |
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And now I'm all out of time |
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Empty skies say try to forget |
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Better advice is to have no regret |
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As I tread the boulevard floor |
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Will I see you once more |
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Because you coloured my mind |
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'Till then I'm biding my time |
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I'm only sad in a natural way |
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And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way |
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The gift you gave is desire |
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The match that started my fire |
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Empty nights with nothing to do |
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I sit and think every thought is for you |
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I get so restless and bored |
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So I go out once more |
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I hate to feel so confined |
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Feel like I'm wasting my time |
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I'm only sad in a natural way |
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And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way |
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The gift you gave is desire |
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The match that started my fire |
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The match that started my fire |
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The match that started my fire |
