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This time of night I could call you up |
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I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes |
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If I die clutching your photograph |
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Don't call me boring, It's just 'cause I like you |
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Take me on back... take me back |
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To the place where I could feel your heart |
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Is this the end or just the start of |
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Something really, really beautiful |
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Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly, |
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Won't you... |
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Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away |
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I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you, " |
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I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film |
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Flash across your Roman features, |
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And I loved it, loved it; I don't care if |
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You think I'm eager to shut your eyes, well |
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I'm sorry-everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose |
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Would you believe it, she sent me a letter, |
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The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy |
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Steady your ears... read my lips |
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Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home |
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And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me? |
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Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember, |
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I heard you... |
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Inside your room, you said, "You never really live |
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Until your back's against the wall, " oh did you really mean it? |
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I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes |
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I think it's time to go home |
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GUITAR SOLO |
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Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty, |
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See there's a place where I sink to sleeping |
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Oh, my vote is as red as my blood |
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Will you join me for another round? I haven't had the chance to speak yet |
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God speed... |
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I break the law once every week to feel your touch, |
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What's a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older? |
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This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen |
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Still you're not around to curse, |
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I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you... |
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Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight. |
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Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past away |
