| Can’t make love the way, with all your kicking and screaming
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| I want this place to feel
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| What’d you want me to say?
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| Must be patient, in the sea of emotions
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| With me, swim inside
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| Wake the enemy, who owes you nothing on a Sunday
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| Wake the enemy, who owes you nothing on a Sunday
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| Wake, you wake, you wake, I owe you nothing
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| Can’t make love the way, with all your kicking and screaming
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| I want this place to feel
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| What the fuck do you want me to say?
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| In the sea of emotion, resume me
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| Resume this life
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| Wake the enemy, who owes you nothing on a Sunday
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| Wake the enemy, who owes you nothing on a Sunday
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| Wake, you wake, you wake, I owe you nothing
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| Wake, you wake, you wake, I owe you nothing
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| You’re so jealous, you see, I’ve heard it all before
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| Passion, to me, is faithful not a whore
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| You’re so jealous, you see, I’ve heard it all before
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| Passion, to me, is faithful not, not a living whore
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| Fuck you all
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| Wake the enemy who owes you nothing on a Sunday
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| Wake the enemy who owes you nothing on a Sunday
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| Wake, you wake, you wake, I owe you nothing |