| You say our love is like dynamite
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| Open your eyes
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| We’re like fire and ice
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| Well you’re killing me
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| Your love’s a guillotine
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| Why don’t you just set me free
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| Run for the hills
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| We’re both sinners and saints
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| Not a woman but a whore, I can taste the hate
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| Now I’m killing you, watch your face turning blue
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| Not yet a man
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| Just a punk in the street
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| Too young to fall in love
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| Too young to fall in love
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| Too young to fall in love
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| I’m too young
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| I’m too young
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| Too young to fall in love
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| Too young to fall in love
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| Too young to fall in love
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| I’m too young
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| I’m too young
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| You say our love is like dynamite
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| It’s no surprise you’ve got one way eyes
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| Now you’re killin' me
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| Your love’s a guillotine
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| Not yet a man, just a punk in a street |