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You're probably the only one, |
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Though it is hard to admit |
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That can save me. |
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And I never liked to ask for a helping hand, |
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But I do now |
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I look into your eyes |
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This hard, bewildered stare |
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Part of me wants to hurt you |
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Tear in your hair |
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But I don't do that now |
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A nave, open wounded exchange of stories |
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That transforms us here |
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But I think I am the only one |
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Breathing on this planet tonight |
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The cheap swear smothered makeup |
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Makes her face look as if dissolving |
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Yet full of grace |
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Here in the darkness now |
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One hundred Euro wine |
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I do believe in heaven and I do believe it's time |
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Yes it's time now |
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Five inch white high heels |
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I do believe in heaven and I do believe it's real |
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And it's okay now |
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Vast scarlet leisure, less blood pressure |
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Scatterbrained love lecture |
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Come here and be gorgeous for me now |
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After all I think it's evident that I am god's favorite one |
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And now is the time I should have whatever I desire |
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One hundred Euro wine |
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I do believe in heaven and I do believe it's time |
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Faceless company |
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It don't matter much to me |
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Five inch white high heels |
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I do believe in heaven and I do believe it's real |
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Dreamlike mirage haze |
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I'm positively god's favorite one |
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Favorite one, favorite one, favorite one |
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I do believe I'm the lord's favorite one |
