| Are we alive?
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| Or are we just kidding ourselves?
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| I’m terrified
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| Of being alone
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| The pale dying light
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| Of my back window
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| Is fading, alright
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| And I don’t wanna be what I am tonight
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| Oh love, love
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| Love is like an arrow straight to your heart
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| To your heart
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| Love is like an arrow straight to your heart
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| To your heart
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| Love is like an arrow straight to your heart
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| To your heart
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| Can’t take it back
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| Can’t take it back
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| Can’t take it back
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| Can’t take it back
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| No
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| Well, lay me, lay me down
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| «Rip my fucking clothes off» she said
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| Well, lay me, lay me down
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| «Honey, we’re alive not dead»
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| Well, lay me, lay me down
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| Can’t you hear it
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| The silence when you don’t call
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| Its deafening
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| Everywhere
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| Can’t you hear me
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| Shouting up to your balcony
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| I’m tired of waiting
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| Oh love, love
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| Love is like an arrow straight to your heart
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| To your heart
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| Love is like an arrow straight to your heart
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| To your heart
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| Love is like an arrow straight to your heart
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| To your heart
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| Can’t take it back
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| Can’t take it back
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| Can’t take it back
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| Can’t take it back
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| No
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| Well, lay me, lay me down
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| «Rip my fucking clothes off» she said
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| Well, lay me, lay me down
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| «Honey, we’re alive not dead»
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| Well, lay me, lay me down
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| Lay…
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| Lay…
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| Lay… |