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We were drinking whiskey, we were talking men |
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She'd never see the sunny side of forty-two again |
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She was in love with a boy of twenty-nine |
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This was something new, what could she do |
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What should she do? |
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She made her burn like fire, made her drunk like wine |
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No one else had loved her oh, for such a long, long time |
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She was afraid it was moving way too fast, the die was cast |
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How could this last? |
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It was a crime of the heart |
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We all know that love's insane form the start |
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Where there's passion, there is pain |
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What do we gain, committing crimes of the heart |
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He was crazy jealous of everyone she met |
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Suspicious of the little things that hadn't happened yet |
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He devoured every minute of her time, she didn't mind |
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After all, young love's always blind |
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It was a crime of the heart |
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We all know that love's insane form the start |
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Where there's passion, there is pain |
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What do we gain, committing crimes of the heart |
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Funny how tomorrows turn into yesterdays |
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Funny how a mirror never lies |
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Somehow the hands of time turn back the other way |
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Every time I look into his eyes |
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The night was half-past over, time for going home |
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She said she'd rather walk, she needed time to be alone |
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When you're living your love from day to day |
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Somtimes tomorrow |
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Is the price you have to pay |
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For these crimes of the heart |
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We all know that love's insane form the start |
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Where there's passion, there is pain |
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And love is what we gain, committing crimes of the heart |
