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Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. |
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I'll take it by your side. |
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Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide. |
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I'll take it by your side. |
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Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies. |
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I'll take it by your side. |
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Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide. |
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I'll take it by your side. |
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tick - tock |
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[x3] |
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tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock |
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I'm unclean, a libertine |
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And every time you vent your spleen, |
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I seem to lose the power of speech, |
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Your slipping slowly from my reach. |
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You grow me like an evergreen, |
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You never see the lonely me at all |
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I... |
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Take the plan, spin it sideways. |
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I... |
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Fall. |
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Without you, I'm Nothing. |
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Without you, I'm nothing. |
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Without you, I'm nothing. |
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Take the plan, spin it sideways. |
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Without you, I'm nothing at all. |
