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Eh, let me say right away, that lest it has slipped you mind, eh, |
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This record is electrically recorded. |
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Electrically electrically. OH! Electrically! Oh! |
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What's it for, this need for loving that once more |
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Is whispering unlock the door and let someone come through to find |
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The sip of love I leave behind In loving you |
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Unsure of quite what is true |
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Let that all go, I tell myself |
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What's it for, I answer |
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And close the door, I answer |
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Why do I question her every thought I make? |
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What's it for? The mere existence of a door |
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Is something to be grateful for, And after all what can I do |
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But hope what I call love is true |
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As I feel now. No asking questions this time |
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As I feel now, I wonder how "What's it for" Existed |
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And open doors resisted |
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So I won't question all the love I make |
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(Repeat entire last paragraph one more time) |
