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(Cutting Crew) |
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Oh i, i just died in your arms tonight |
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It must have been something you said |
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I just died in your arms tonight |
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I keep looking for something i can't get |
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Broken hearts lie all around me |
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And i don't see an easy way to get out of this |
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Her diary it sits on the bedside table |
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The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle |
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Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this |
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Oh i, i just died in your arms tonight |
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It must've been something you said |
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I just died in your arms tonight |
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Oh i, i just died in your arms tonight |
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It must've been some kind of kiss |
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I should've walked away |
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Is there any just cause for feeling like this? |
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On the surface i'm a name on a list |
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I try to be discreet, but then blow it again |
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I've lost and found, it's my final mistake |
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She's loving by proxy, no give and all take |
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'Cos i've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times |
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Oh i, i just died in your arms... |
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It was a long hot night |
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She made it easy, she made it feel right |
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But now it's over the moment has gone |
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I followed my hands not my head, i know i was wrong |
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Oh i, i just died in your arms... |
