| The victims we know so well
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| They shine in your eyes
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| When they kiss and tell
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| Strange places we never see
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| But you’re always there
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| Like a ghost in my dream
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| And I keep on telling you
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| Please don’t do the things you do
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| When you do those things
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| Pull my puppet strings
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| Have the strangest void for you
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| We love and we never tell
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| What places our hearts
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| In the wishing well
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| Love leads us into the stream
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| And it’s sink or swim
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| Like it’s always been
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| And I keep on loving you
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| It’s the only thing to do
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| When the angel sings
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| There are greater things
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| Can I give them all to you
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| Oh
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| Pull the strings of emotion
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| Take a ride into unknown pleasure
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| Feel like a child on a dark night
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| Wishing there was some kind of heaven
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| I could be warm with you, smiling
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| Hold out your hand for a while
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| The victims
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| We know them so well
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| So well
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| The victims we know so well
|
| They shine in your eyes
|
| When they kiss and tell
|
| Strange places we never see
|
| But you’re always there
|
| Like a ghost in my dream
|
| And I keep on telling you
|
| Please don’t do the things you do
|
| When you do those things
|
| Pull my puppet strings
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| Have the strangest void for you
|
| Oh
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| Show my heart some devotion
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| Push aside those that whisper «never»
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| Feel like a child on a dark night
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| Wishing we could spend it together
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| I could be warm with you, smiling
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| Hold out your hand for a while
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| The victims
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| We know them so well
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| So well |