| Yes, not in simple, yes, it seems, not in simple motives,
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| But in order to forgive you, there seems to be strength left
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| Soul - piano, guitar - cuts the strings,
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| Others will pass by, but everything holds you
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| The creaking of the balcony door, I was empty,
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| A spoonful of honey in your tar, I know, but I wanted to
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| Donkey with impurities, sediment right in the heart,
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| Believe me, I don't give a fuck, how are you, with what pepper are you
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| Yes, how will you be, I don't care anymore
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| Just remember, money will ruin you,
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| And I'm still sweating and just sitting at the table,
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| I am writing another verse about how you could do it like this
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| You need a pause, and we pressed the stop button, your pantomimes are a bunch of sloppy words.
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| Believe me, I was ready and waiting for you down the aisle
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| The lyrics remained clean, everything and everything is over.
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| The lyrics stay clean, let's light the candles
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| Let's have a great time on our last night
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| Let's be silent together, look into the silence
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| I love - I don't love, I don't miss, I don't smoke.
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| You can't fool yourself, you sat so tightly inside |