| When the blue sky looks better grey
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| When the night feels better than day
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| When the words are better unsaid
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| When you’re living, but you’re dead
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| If thou shalt confess your love to me
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| Are you sure I’m really what you want?
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| If thou hast eyes to see
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| Breaking me down is hard
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| I dare you to charge my heart
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| Don’t have mercy, leave your mark on my heart
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| I dare you to charge my heart
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| If this is real, I’ll take another scar on my heart
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| Charge!
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| Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oh
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| Charge!
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| Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oh
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| Charge!
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| Like the cowboys and Indians
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| Somebody’s destined to get hurt
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| I’ve learnt to shoot my weapon first
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| I’m prepared for the worst
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| If thou shalt confess your love to me
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| Are you sure I’m really what you want?
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| If thou hast eyes to see
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| Breaking me down is hard
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| I dare you to charge my heart
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| Don’t have mercy, leave your mark on my heart
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| I dare you to charge my heart
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| If this is real, I’ll take another scar on my heart
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| Charge!
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| Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oh
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| Charge!
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| Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oh
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| Charge!
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| I fall flat on my feet every time I let my walls come down, yeah
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| Like a wild horse stampede I miss that rush
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| I’m so numb from being untouched
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| Touched, touched, touched, touched
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| Should I trust to give my trust?
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| Trust, trust, trust, trust
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| I dare you to charge my heart
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| Don’t have mercy, leave your mark on my heart
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| I dare you to charge my heart
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| If this is real, I’ll take another scar on my heart
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| Charge!
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| Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oh
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| Charge!
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| Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oh
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| Charge!
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| Thou shall confess
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| Your love to me |