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Swallow some faces, |
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Drink some embraces |
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Sorry this place is not an oasis |
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Sometimes she plays his song |
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To erase the sky |
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He certainly knows |
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His electric neurosis |
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Is something he chose |
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As a means to get closest |
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To red seas of roses |
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Red seas to magnify |
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It's in the stars |
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It's in the stars |
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It's in the stars |
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She knows that he loses |
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More time than excuses |
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Her way to seduce is of almost no use |
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As his wife introduces herself |
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As his new standby |
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She sighs and releases her juvenile Jesus |
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He's down on his knees |
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As her absence increases |
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Sometimes she sees his show |
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Just to freeze the time |
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It's in the stars |
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It's in the stars |
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It's in the stars |
