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Siren, siren that calls the young sailor men |
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Oh I'm not much of a formidable opponent |
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Oh mark my words, yes mark my words |
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Love will wreck me afterwards |
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But now I revel in its curse |
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I'm thankful that it found me...love |
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Siren, siren that brings out the firemen |
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A three alarm blaze, the flames are arriving |
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Oh mark my words, yes mark my words |
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Love will burn me afterwards |
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But now I revel in its curse |
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I'm thankful that it found me... |
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Oh mark my words, yes mark my words |
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Love will burn |
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Love will burn |
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And of all the faith that you decree |
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Our ways are as the symphony |
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We play our heartstrings splendidly |
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Though the music's surely ending...love |
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Oh mark my words, yes mark my words |
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Love will burn me afterwards |
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But now I revel in its curse |
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I'm thankful that it found me... |
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Oh mark my words, yes mark my words |
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Love will burn |
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Love will burn |
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And of all the faith that you decree |
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The ways are as the symphony |
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We play our heartstrings splendidly |
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But the music's surely ending... |
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And of all the faith that you decree |
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The ways are as the symphony |
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We play our heartstrings splendidly |
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But the music's surely ending... |
