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Jesus, don't cry
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You can rely on me honey
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You can combine anything you want
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I'll be around
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You were right about the stars
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Each one is a setting sun
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Tall buildings shake
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Voices escape singing sad sad songs
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Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
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Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
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Don't cry
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You can rely on me honey
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You can come by any time you want
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I'll be around
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You were right about the stars
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Each one is a setting sun
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Tall buildings shake
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Voices escape singing sad sad songs
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Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
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Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
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Voices whine
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Skyscrapers are scraping together
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Your voice is smoking
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Last cigarettes are all you can get
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Turning your orbit around
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Our love
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Our love
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Our love is all we have
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Our love
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Our love is all of God's money
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Everyone is a burning sun
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Tall buildings shake
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Voices escape singing sad sad songs
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Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
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Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
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Voices whine
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Skyscrapers are scraping together
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Your voice is smoking
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Last cigarettes are all you can get
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Turning your orbit around
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Last cigarettes are all you can get
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Turning your orbit around
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Last cigarettes are all you can get
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Turning your orbit around |
