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With the gallery we saw her diary. |
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The lights were on for Christmas. |
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We walked into the street |
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To find a place to eat. |
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British racing green and red, |
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She looked at me. |
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We tore each others hearts out. |
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We ripped each other apart. |
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We tore each others hopes up, |
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We just gave up. |
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Gave up. |
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I can not go on like this. |
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Crazy with dreaming. |
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Freely given, freely taken, |
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Tested to destruction. |
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Oh, British racing green and red, |
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She looked at me. |
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We tore each other's hearts out. |
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We ripped each other apart. |
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We tore each other's hopes up, |
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We just gave up. |
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Gave up. |
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Now you know, |
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That's how things go. |
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We tore each other's hearts out. |
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We ripped each other apart, baby. |
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We tore each other's hopes up. |
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We just gave up. |
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Gave up. |
