| I never been run so far, so immense far, when will i fall into your arms.
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| I want to travel to Santa Fee, of my low time, wearing some feet
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| and what about you, you drunken soul is that your own we´ll have to go,
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| arm in arm until I die, how are you going. |
| --- to give up now
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| — to give up now
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| — to give up now
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| — to give up now
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| I´ve never run so real, so immense real. |
| But when i fall into your arms.
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| I want to try and stand the pain, of my long time, wearing to feet.
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| And what about you, you drunken soul, is that your own will to go.
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| On and on until I die, how are you going.
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| To give up — n.o.o.o.o.w!
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| I never been runing so far, so immense far, when will i fall into your arms.
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| I want to break those certain rules, I want to dance, or walk with you.
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| And what about you, your drunken soul is that your own where are to go?
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| On and on until I die, how are you going --- to give up now!
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| I never been runing so far, so immense far, when will i fall into your arms.
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| I want to break those certain rules, I want to dance, or walk with you.
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| And what about you, your drunken soul is that your own where are to go?
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| On and on until I die, how are you going --- to give up now!
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| — to give up now
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| — to give up now
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| — to give up now
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| I´ve never run so real, so immense real
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| Now I´am so real, so imence real.
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| But when i fall into your arms.
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| I want to try and stand the pain, of my long time, wearing to feet.
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| And what about you, you drunken soul, is that your own will to go.
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| On and on until I die, how are you going? |
| --- To give up N.O.W. |