Somewhere there is a tandem.
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Nerves are like a string.
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Somewhere above the antennas
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The fog rolls in.
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The elevator doors close and he obviously doesn't care.
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But her thoughts, along with cigarette smoke, fly to look for him through the open window.
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Chorus:
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Somewhere there is a tandem.
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Nerves are like a string.
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Somewhere above the antennas.
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There is fog.
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Cupid shot at fart
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Only heart number 2 was not found by his arrow.
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The girl is crying. |
Not in an automatic.
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Tears keep rolling on the machine.
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The girl falls in love, the girl pays.
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Just for a second, girl, that's enough.
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Stop. |
Do not pass
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Nobody is to blame here.
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Is it just fate
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Or the one who thickened the fog
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With the first arrow, he caught her heart.
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It wasn't easy to aim though.
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The second arrow did not find its target, it fell into the fog.
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A fog as thick as milk.
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Chorus:
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Somewhere there is a tandem.
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Nerves are like a string.
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Somewhere above the antennas
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There is fog.
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Cupid shot at the fart.
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Only heart number 2 was not found by his arrow.
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The angel gives a standing ovation.
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A demon in the flesh in her stories.
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The heart keeps them under control.
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It's not worth taking it close.
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It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but involuntarily the pain will go somewhere.
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The same unfortunate archer will find someone's heart through the mists.
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Chorus:
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Somewhere there is a tandem.
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Nerves are like a string.
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Somewhere above the antennas
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There is fog.
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Cupid shot at the fart.
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Only heart number 2 was not found by his arrow. |