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When your eyelids flicker |
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and liquor is your oldest friend. |
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When you dream of silence, |
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silence on which life depends. |
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When the full moon won't leave you alone, |
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watches you stagger all the way home, |
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stares in through your bedroom window. |
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Love, love, love. |
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Love, it comes in strange disguises. |
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All through the night |
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I was seventeen again. |
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Love, 'til requiem aeternam. |
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When I feel her heartbeat, |
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Boom. |
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When she tells me secrets, |
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secrets of the witching hour. |
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When the full moon's there all afternoon, |
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all smiles when your lips turn blue, |
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backflips when they try to revive you. |
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Love, love, love. |
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Love, it keeps the goldfish swimming. |
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Saw basic instinct |
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when I was seventeen years old. |
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Love. Still got the scars to show. |
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I need you like a siamese twin, |
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I feel you like a broken wing. |
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Like floating down from outer space, |
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like falling on to helicopter blades. |
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Happiness is possible, |
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just keep rolling the snowball up the hill. |
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Love. Concentrate on survival, |
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your ship will come in, just keep on stumbling. |
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Love, towards requiem aeternam. |
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Love, 'til requiem aeternam. |
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God rest her soul |