| I bleed like a pick, it’s not so unusual
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| It might seem strange but know I’ll always leave and girls
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| Oh by I live, whistle at the rain
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| I’ll be friends with the girls again
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| Red tears trap, I’m touched, oh (?)
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| It might seem strange but I’m after something better
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| For days, for days whistle at the rain
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| 'Cause I’m friends with the girls again
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| For days, for days whistle at the rain
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| 'Cause I’m friends with the girls again
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| Yeah, I’m friends with the girls again
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| I bleed out again that you are right
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| Can come on someone’s left out love
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| I think it’d be the time to leave
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| For days, for days whistle at the rain
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| 'Cause I’m friends with the girls again
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| Yeah, I’m friends with the girls again
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| Yeah, I’m friends with the girls again |