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Our lady on the balcony in black and red |
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The band plays stronger |
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Spinning back we tread on broken glass |
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Our heels dig harder |
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I circle round inside your belt |
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I felt your heart race faster |
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Our eyes met with the eyes fixed in the sky |
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All seeing, knowing, probing, to the bottom of our souls |
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On tear garden |
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On tear garden |
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You moaned |
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We shivered |
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We cowered in the corner |
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We watch the arms go flying rigid |
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Heard them call his name again |
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Again Pressed our hands to our ears |
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We waited for the rain |
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Waiting for the gentle rain to fall on tear garden |
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Waiting for the gentle rain to fall on tear garden |
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Tear garden |
