| Your skirt blew up high enough that I could see your skin
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| It appeared as though I was owed a favor from the wind
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| You took the room with sweet perfume, I fell to my knees
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| An innocent bystander, a victim of the breeze
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| Would you be my painkiller?
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| Would you be my painkiller?
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| You don’t choose the memories that stay with you all your life
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| You think you do but they choose you and then they hold on tight
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| With all your charm, you touched my arm when I made you laugh
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| A gesture that seemed innocent, a moment that would last
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| Would you be my painkiller?
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| Would you be my painkiller?
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| Would you make all those voices whispering in my ear
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| Disappear?
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| I wonder what you look like in the morning, when it comes
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| Knowing me, I’d probably be jealous of the sun
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| How dare it touch and warm your body while I’m lying there?
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| When a man finds what he wants, he’s not inclined the share
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| Would you be my painkiller?
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| Would you be my painkiller?
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| Would you make all those voices whispering in my ear
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| Disappear? |