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I've played that song from long ago |
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When every morning longed to fall |
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It broke my sighs and my regrets |
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It stumbled on the steps |
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You've build for climbing towards me |
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Now it feels like sinners in the sun |
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When I say |
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I said I'd die for you |
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Or was it in my head |
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I took you down on ouzo |
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And now I think I'd rather see you dead |
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I said I die for you |
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Or was it in my head |
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She took me down on ouzo |
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And then you say you'd rather see me dead |
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If my depression stood the wind |
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I spat the devil up his chin |
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It couldn't do me any harm |
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It roughed my steel and shut my mouth |
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My late impression |
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Oh, that rain that's iching on my skin |
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When I say |
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I said I'd die for you |
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Or was it in my head |
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I took you down on ouzo |
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And now I think I'd rather see you dead |
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I said I die for you |
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Or was it in my head |
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You took me down on ouzo |
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And then you say you'd rather see me dead |
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Hold me, scratch my shoulder |
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Fold me, sue me, watch me going mad |
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I said I'd die for you |
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Or was it in my head |
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I took you down on ouzo |
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And now I think I'd rather see you dead |
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I said I die for you |
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Or was it in my head |
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She took me down on ouzo |
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And then you say you'd rather see me dead |
