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Make our escape, you're my own Papillon |
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The world turns too fast |
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Feel love before it's gone |
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It kicks like a sleep twitch |
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My Papillon, feel love when it's shone |
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It kicks like a sleep twitch |
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Darling, just don't put down your guns yet |
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If there really was a God here |
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He'd have raised a hand by now |
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Now darling, you're born, get old, then die here |
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Well, that's quite enough for me |
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We'll find our own way home somehow |
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No sense of doubt or what you could achieve |
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I've found you out |
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I've seen the life you wish to leave |
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But when it kicks like a sleep twitch |
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You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe |
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It kicks like a sleep twitch |
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Darling, now just don't put down your guns yet |
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If there really was a God here |
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He'd have raised a hand by now |
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Darling, you're born, get old, then die here |
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Well, that's quite enough for me, dear |
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We'll find our own way home somehow, how, how |
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It kicks like a sleep twitch |
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It kicks like a sleep twitch |
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Darling, just don't put down your guns yet |
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If there really was a God here |
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He'd have raised a hand by now |
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Darling, now you're born, get old, then die here |
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Well, that's quite enough for me, dear |
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We'll find our own way home somehow |
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It kicks like a sleep twitch |
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It kicks like a sleep twitch |