| I didn’t fill to the fire
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| This is a delicate thing
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| It’s a riot
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| You should keep on looking in
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| She never said she was sorry
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| But always tell her to lie
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| It’s a story
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| Of a lifetime passing by
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| You can leave
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| You can leave
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| You can leave her for good
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| Knowing now she was in this
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| But believe
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| But believe
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| But believe that the love was true
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| Thinking about her childhood
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| There must be something wrong
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| There was blur
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| It’s the blur of the guilty ones
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| Kiss and me
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| Have no fear
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| Broke my heart
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| She is stolen
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| Let me kiss you like I used to
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| After all that we’ve been through
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| You did hold me like I hold you
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| You were always filled with grief
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| Kiss and me
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| Have no fear
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| Broke my heart
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| She is stoned
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| This is a quite of a man setting free
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| So tell me your future
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| Right in the streets of your soul
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| Purified
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| And it’s better off alone
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| Kiss and me
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| Have no fear
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| Broke my heart
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| She is stolen
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| Let me kiss you like I used to
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| After all that we’ve been through
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| Can you hold me like I hold you?
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| You were always filled with grief
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| Kiss and me
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| Have no fear
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| Broke my heart
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| She is stolen
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| This is a choir of the man setting free
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| Have to admire getting back on his feet
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| This is a choir of the man setting free
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| Have to admire getting back on his feet
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| This is a choir of the man setting free
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| Have to admire getting back on his feet
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| This is a choir of the man setting free
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| Have to admire getting back on his feet
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| This is a choir getting back on his feet |