| Make our escape, you’re my own papillon.
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| The world turns too fast, feel love before it’s gone.
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| It kicks like a sleep twitch!
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| My papillon, feel love when it’s shone.
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| It kicks like a sleep twitch!
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| Darling, just don’t put down your guns yet,
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| if there really was a God here,
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| he’d have raised a hand by now.
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| Now darling, you’re born get old and die here,
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| well that’s quite enough for me,
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| we’ll find our own way home somehow.
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| No sense of doubt, of what you can achieve.
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| Well I’ve found you out, I’ve seen the life you wish to live.
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| And well it kicks like a sleep twitch!
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| You will choke, choke on the air you try to breathe.
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| It kicks like a sleep twitch!
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| Darling, now just don’t put down your guns yet,
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| if there really was a God here,
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| he’d have raised a hand by now.
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| Darling, you’re born get old and die here,
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| well that’s quite enough for me dear,
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| we’ll find our own home somehow.
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| It kicks like a sleep twitch! |