| No matter how many times
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| How many times, how many times I’m told
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| My words are only a gift
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| Given by a mouth so bold
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| Please tell me how
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| Am I supposed to resist its kiss?
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| It is a kiss, that give us bliss
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| No matter how many times I’m told
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| No matter how many times
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| How many times, how many times I’ve mourned
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| I keep running back to the hands
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| Who’ve done nothing but scorn
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| Please tell me why do I plead and plead
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| As if I have no choice but to bleed
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| No matter how many times I’ve mourned
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| Breathe low and deep
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| Breathe low and deep
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| Breathe low and deep
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| Breathe low and deep
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| You have meddled in my affairs from the beginning
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| To only tell me that once again I am sinning
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| A debt in future, our only way of winning
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| Yes, if I move to the side, allow for only sitting
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| So you tell me twice
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| Here’s a piece of advice
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| Just play it up nice
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| A silent den should suffice
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| And it you hush for the night
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| Damper and dim your light
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| Put down your fancy flight
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| You soon shall see what’s right
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| Breathe low and deep
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| Breathe low and deep
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| Breathe low and deep
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| Breathe low and deep |