| Well i got pure hearts to get to you
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| All they shine brighter than the stars above
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| I hope you know what you do
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| When you’re turning your back on my love
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| And in the garden down by the pond
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| When the sun comes to an eclipse
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| Well i hope you’ll respond
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| To the kisses that i lay on your lips
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| And your sister says: «do it thunder when you were born
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| Some time around the fall of 1979?»
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| And now there’s a magnetic storm
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| When you rest your sweet body on mine
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| And in a garbage can under trash and paper
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| There is a wanted man with his face on fire
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| And he looks down on me and he says
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| That he is better off the way he is
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| Than me with a love like yours if you go
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| And my enemies they want me blind
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| They want to slowly see me die of thirst
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| Well they should know that i don’t mind
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| If you’re holding my arm when it hurts
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| And i need you here to relieve me
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| When there’s a demon to fight
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| And i’m helpless if you leave me
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| Like a werewolf in a full monnlight
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| Like a werewolf in a full monnlight |