| Oh Dear one turn the lights off
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| So our horny souls can have some private time
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| And the morning comes with the bittersweet news:
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| You're still no hero diving the blue
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| Well, Hallelujah - it's a new day
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| We're a little closer
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| Days are slipping away
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| Shadows stay, boy
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| If you're in love beneath the paint
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| What a pleasant sensation
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| Oh - why do everyone have to grow old?
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| Everyone wonder where the good times go
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| Oh - why do everyone have to grow old?
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| Wanna be free
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| Wanna be free
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| Wanna get 'em
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hope, play a song for the wounded
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| So it will be summer forevermore, baby
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| The morning comes with the rain for your
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| Bloody dry skin who's about to give in
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| Oh well, Hallelujah - it's a miracle
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| Days are slipping away
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| Shadows stay, boy
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| If you're in love beneath the pain
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| What a pleasant sensation
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| Oh - why do everyone have to grow old?
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| Everyone wonder where the good times go
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| Oh - why do everyone have to grow old?
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| Wanna be free
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| Wanna be free
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| Wanna get 'em
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |