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Isn't life strange |
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A turn of the page |
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Can read like before |
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Can we ask for more? |
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Each day passes by |
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How hard man will try? |
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The sea will not wait |
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You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry - |
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Wished i could be in your heart |
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To be one with your love |
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Wished i could be in your eyes |
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Looking back there you were, and here we are. |
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Isn't love strange |
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A word we arrange |
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With no thought or care |
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Maker of despair |
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Each breath that we breathe |
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With love we must weave |
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To make us as one |
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You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry - |
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Wished i could be in your heart |
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To be one with your love |
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Wished i could be in your eyes |
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Looking back there you were, and here we are. |
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Isn't life strange |
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A turn of the page |
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A book without light |
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Unless with love we write; |
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To throw it away |
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To lose just a day |
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The quicksand of time |
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You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry - |
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Wished i could be in your heart |
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To be one with your love |
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Wished i could be in your eyes |
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Looking back there you were: |
