| I am still holding onto your waistband
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| Turn away and kick out the red sand
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| Summer is gone and now I’m bleeding
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| I can’t tell now you’re thinking of leaving
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| Oh darling are you gonna leave me?
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| I’ll watch you if you can
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| Oh darling are you gonna leave me?
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| I’ll watch you if you can
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| Oh darling are you gonna leave me?
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| I’ll watch you if you can
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| Oh darling are you gonna leave me?
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| I’ll watch you if you can
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| If you can…
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| Black rose on a dusty road on fire
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| burns in the distances higher
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| Hot stones both marks if they’re my own
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| stretches to the distant horizon
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| Oh darling are you gonna leave me?
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| I’ll watch you if you can
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| Oh darling are you gonna leave me?
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| I’ll watch you if you can
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| Oh darling are you gonna leave me?
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| I’ll watch you if you can
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| If you can…
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| If you can…
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| If you can…
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| I am still holding onto your waistband
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| Turn away and kick out the red sand
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| Summer is gone and now I’m bleeding
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| I can’t tell now you’re thinking of leaving |