| You are just like the waves of the ocean
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| Swift and salty, crash on my skin
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| If i dare drift the rip of your tongue
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| I may well float away dead.
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| And I, I want to be near you.
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| And I don’t know if I can.
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| My sweet love, don’t leave me wanting
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| Forever taunting me with what might have been.
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| You are just like the spice of tobacco
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| On my lips, the cardinal sin
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| You’re no good for me, still I proceed —
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| damned for the taste of you darlin'.
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| And I, I want to be near you
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| And I don’t know if I can
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| My sweet love, don’t leave me wanting
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| Forever taunting me with what might have been.
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| I am just like the love you’ve imagined
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| To my grave I promise to hold
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| If you only you let me, help me forget these
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| Troubles that make up our road, oh
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| But I, I want to be near you
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| And I don’t know know if can
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| My sweet love, don’t leave me wanting
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| Forever taunting me with what might have been.
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| Oh, my sweet love, don’t leave me wanting
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| Forever taunting me with what might have been. |