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[ti:Callow] |
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[ar:Novo Amor] |
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[al:] |
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Hold your tongue we never swayed, |
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pour the faults all away |
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Cold in lungs and in face |
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A golden heart, of what became? |
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It was an awful lot for our young days |
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Is it love you want 'cus it's love you've made |
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The cheer within will find a home, |
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the fear you bring burns below |
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I can taste the wait and watch you waste away |
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But I can't face the days, you were born astray |
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It was an awful lot for our young days |
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and what an ache i've made for a hollow embrace, |
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with the blood you flaunt why would you stay |
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I'm stackin' up on what i'll take, |
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but the ballot doesn't hold your name |
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You're wrapping up when winter fades, |
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I'm holding on the callow ways. |
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It was an awful lot for our young days. |
