| Precious love is random
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| But we inhale the slightest breeze
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| Men can cure the symptoms
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| But never cure the disease
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| What I discovered in a corner of my mind
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| Tell me it’s time to face the truth
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| I tried to fight it but it’s powerful and blind
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| And tells me what I long to do
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| When every lie is only mirrored verity
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| And every sin a cry for help
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| When you say things you never wanted to be said
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| You know it’s time to walk ahead
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| Will I ever beat my demons?
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| Will I ever bear myself?
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| Precious love is random
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| But we inhale the slightest breeze
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| Men can cure the symptoms
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| But never cure the disease
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| When moments seem eternal
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| We should satisfy our needs
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| 'Cause when the drought is coming
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| We should have filled our magazines
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| In ever vice you’ll find a little purity
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| And darkness shows the smallest spark
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| In the calm you feel the lightest summer wind
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| And tide is followed by the flood
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| A drop can overflow an ocean easily
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| A moment can destroy a life
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| A little failure is enough to lose your course
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| To find your way back may be hard
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| Will I ever beat my demons?
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| Are the demons bad at all?
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| Precious love is random
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| But we inhale the slightest breeze
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| Men can cure the symptoms
|
| But never cure the disease
|
| When moments seem eternal
|
| We should satisfy our needs
|
| 'Cause when the drought is coming
|
| We should have filled our magazines
|
| Precious love is random
|
| But we inhale the slightest breeze
|
| Men can cure the symptoms
|
| But never cure the disease
|
| When moments seem eternal
|
| We should satisfy our needs
|
| 'Cause when the drought is coming
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| We should have filled our magazines
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| Filled our magazines |