| Heartache mender take my hand
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| We'll bury the past forever under Hollywood land
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| A bottle of red can raise the dead
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| Mmh-hm, if you give me your number
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| Ooh, I'll never make you wonder
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| I'm starting to feel a certain way about ya
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| It isn't my M.O., oh, no, no, no, ooh
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| And now that I got my lovin' arms around ya
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| I'm not gonna let go, oh, no, no, no
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| A light in the dark, the spark of somethin' new
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| The cinema plays but I can't take my eyes off you
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| A stroke of luck, we both end up alone
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| Or is it the stars alignin' like these tombs of stone?
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| And Johnny Ramone can play a song for us
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| Mmh-hm, with Rudy Valentino
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| Up and away we go
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| I'm starting to feel a certain way about ya
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| It isn't my M.O., oh, no, no, no, ooh
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| And now that I got my lovin' arms around ya
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| I'm not gonna let go, oh, no, no, no
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| M.O., doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Let go, doo-doo-doo-doo
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| M.O., doo-doo-doo-doo
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| Mmh, I'm ready when you say so
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| Oh, Ponyboy stay gold
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| I'm starting to feel a certain way about ya
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| It isn't my M.O., oh, no, no, no, ooh
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| And now that I got my lovin' arms around ya
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| I'm not gonna let go, oh, no, no, no
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| No, I'm not gonna let go, oh, no, no, no
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| No, I'm not gonna let go, oh, no, no, no
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| No, I'm not gonna let go, oh, no, no, no
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| No, I'm not gonna let go, oh, no, no, no
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| Oh-oh |