| Woman woman please believe me
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| I’m standing on a cliff edge can you see me
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| I’ve had my share of second chances
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| Open doors and wild romances
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| Now it better be right
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| Shadow will leave me I think will fall
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| A definite sadness will light every wall
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| But agony leaves me to both of my knees
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| I finish with higher lands and I stop saying please, please, please
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| 'Cause a woman a woman please believe me
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| I’m standing on a cliff edge can you see me
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| 'Cause I’ve had my share of second chances
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| Open doors and wild romances
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| Now it better be right yeah
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| Now it better be right yeah
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| Except I’ll be chocking on
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| Poor ambitions for the capture of love
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| Set up with the sky break on
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| Put nothing but a crack in the door
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| Caught in retrace still you punish me love me
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| I figured it was a sentiment fall
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| But now you caught up with the beacon try
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| But still you goes out to rid the severed in all
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| 'Cause a woman a woman so close discreetly
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| The part of a wild will burn in briefly
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| You said you had your share of second chances
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| Open doors and wild romances
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| And it will never be right
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| And it will never be right
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| And it will never be right
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| And it will never be right |