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Faith won't heal up everthing |
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The wound grows and you believe in love |
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Walk around feeling cut in two, |
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Wide open, with your hear on view |
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All you bereaved, all you besotted boys in need, |
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When love won't heel you, wh, why believe she will? |
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O lyubvi malyu otchayanno |
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Say it on your knees |
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Oh, so sharp, and way too cool, |
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Love's bright and biggest fool |
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Has to work on speaking slow, |
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To think hard, and to lie low |
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Will you believe? all you bedazzled boys in need, |
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V krayu dalyokum, chuzhie ne nuzhny. |
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Chorus |
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O tyubvi malyum otchayanno |
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Say it on your knees, |
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Crying like a baby, "plese, please, please!" |
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Crying, hoping maybe, |
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O tyubvi malyum otchayanno |
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Say it on your knees, |
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Candle is a splendid thing: |
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The room glows, and the candle sings |
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"fly up to the only light, |
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"ev'ry, ev'ry tiny wing!" |
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The moth inside you bolts off to join the beautiful; |
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He flies and dies, |
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So quickly, quickly wise. |
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Chorus... |