| I’m tired of telling the story
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| Tired of telling it your way
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| Yeh I know what I saw
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| I know that I found the floor
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| Before you take my heart, reconsider
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| Before you take my heart, reconsider
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| I’ve opened the door
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| I’ve opened the door
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| Here comes the summer’s son
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| He burns my skin
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| I ache again
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| I’m over you
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| I thought I had a dream to hold
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| Maybe that has gone
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| Your hands reach out and touch me still
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| But this feels so wrong
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| Before you take my heart, reconsider
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| Before you take my heart, reconsider
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| I’ve opened the door
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| I’ve opened the door
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| Here comes the summer’s son
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| He burns my skin
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| I ache again
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| I’m over you
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| Before you take my heart, reconsider
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| Before you take my heart, reconsider
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| I’ve opened the door
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| I’ve opened the door
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| Here comes the summer’s son
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| He burns my skin
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| I ache again
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| I’m over you
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| Here comes the winter’s rain
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| To cleanse my skin
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| I wake again
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| I’m over you
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| Here comes the summer’s son
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| He burns my skin
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| I ache again
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| I’m over you
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| Here comes the winter’s rain
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| To cleanse my skin
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| I wake again
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| I’m over you
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| I’m over you |