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The color has left you |
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No your colors fall |
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For her no one dreams |
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I've made a covenant with my eyes |
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All lust lashes out |
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When do I blink my love |
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Blink on illusion |
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On this warm bed of feathers my dove |
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Already gone |
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I never heard it come in |
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Life not mine to be taken |
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My mind not mine to be lost |
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I paint them roughly |
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I paint them in my sleep |
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Ira |
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Gula |
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Luxuria |
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Heavy as their holes are deep |
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Roma |
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Roma |
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Where is my country |
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Wholly in his hands |
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Worthy in his eye |
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You and I |
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I paint them roughly |
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I paint them in my sleep |
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Ira |
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Gula |
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Luxuria |
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Heavy as their holes are deep |
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Roma |
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Roma |
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Where is my country |
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Yeshua |
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Yeshua |
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Where you go take me with thee |
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Roma |
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Roma |
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Where is my country |
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Yeshua |
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Yeshua |
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Where you go take me with thee |
