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Batten up the hatches, here comes the cold |
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I can feel it creeping, it's making me old |
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You give me so much love that it blows my brains out |
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You need something better than the bacon and eggs |
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The creaking in the walls and the banging in the bed |
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You give me so much love that it blows my brains out |
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Summer rain, dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain, praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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My love giving me head |
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Feeling very guilty, breaking the bread |
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Losing my attention, I'm taking the world on |
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So batten up the hatches, here comes the cold |
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I can feel it creeping, it's making me old |
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You give me so much love that it blows my brains out |
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Summer rain, dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain, praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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My love, my love |
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My love, oh, my love |
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Summer rain, dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain, praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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Summer rain, dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain, praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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(Summer rain) |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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(Summer rain) |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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(Summer rain) |
