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[Verse:] |
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Anaise! Anaise! You're the captive's code |
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In a word, a word I can't let go |
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I need myself, you haunt me... Anaise! |
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In a fonce, a sign of lonely ones |
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When you're here, ?, what's done is done |
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It's sad and old, the spiders all crawl on me |
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[Chorus:] |
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Oh, what becomes of us as lovers? |
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Oh, send this bag a-wind |
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Lovers letters hear from you |
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As you, oh, go on down, honey |
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Love you, Anaise! |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Anaise! Anaise! What's spread is blown |
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Are your times black hearts and laced? |
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And I miss? Why don't ya? |
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[Chorus:] |
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Oh, what becomes of us as lovers? |
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Oh, send this bag a-wind |
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Lovers letters hear from you |
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As you go asunder |
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Oh, send this bag a-wind |
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[Bridge:] |
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If I could? |
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Some? I'd tell |
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It's all lost |
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To? Against her will |
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Imagine? And twilight by yourself |
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[Chorus:] |
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Oh, what becomes of us as lovers? |
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Oh, send this bag a-wind |
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Lovers letters hear from you |
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As you go asunder |
