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1963 |
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New Order |
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Substance |
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" 1963" |
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BY diàn dòng mù nǎi yī |
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It was January, 1963 |
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When Johnny came home with a gift for me |
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He said I bought it for you because I love you |
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And I bought it for you because it' s your birthday, too |
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He was so very nice, he was so very kind |
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To think of me at this point in time |
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I used to think of him, he used think of me |
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He told me to close my eyes |
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My gift would be a great surprise |
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I saw tears were in his eyes |
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He never meant to hurt me |
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Oh, God, Johnny, don' t point that gun at me |
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There' s so many ways our lives have changed |
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But please, I beg, don' t do this to me |
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Johnny, don' t point that gun at me |
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Can I save my life at any price? |
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For God' s sake won' t you listen to me? |
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And though he was ashamed that he had took a life |
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Johnny came home with another wife |
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And he often remembered how it used to be |
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Before that special occasion, 1963 |
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There was too many ways that you could kill someone |
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Like in a love affair, when the love is gone |
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He told me to close my eyes |
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My gift would be a great surprise |
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I saw hatred in his eyes |
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He never meant to hurt me |
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Oh, God, Johnny, don' t point that gun at me |
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There' s so many ways our lives have changed |
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But please, I beg, don' t do this to me |
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Johnny, you keep on using me |
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Can I change my life for any price? |
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Oh, Johnny, won' t you listen to me? |
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He told me to close my eyes |
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My gift would be a great surprise |
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I saw hatred in his eyes |
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But he never meant to hurt me |
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Oh, God, Johnny, don' t point that gun at me |
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There' s so many ways our lives have changed |
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But please, I beg, don' t do this to me |
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Johnny, you keep on using me |
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Can I change my life for any price? |
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Oh, Johnny, won' t you listen to me? |
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I just want you to be mine, |
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I don' t want this world to shine |
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I don' t want this bridge to burn |
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Oh, Johnny, do you miss me? |
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I just want to feel for you |
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I will always feel for you. . . |
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I will always feel for you. . . |
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I will always feel for you. . . |
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I will always feel for you. . . |