| In days of peace
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| Sweet smelling summer nights
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| Of wine and song
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| Dusty pavements burning feet
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| Why am I crying, I want to know
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| How can I smile and make it right?
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| For sixty days and eighty nights
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| And not give in and lose the fight
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| I’m going back to the ones that I know
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| With whom I can be what I want to be
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| Just one week for the feeling to go
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| And with you there to help me then it probably will
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| I won’t go down, I know I won’t
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| Acting the same old play
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| Give sixty days for just one night
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| Don’t think I’d make it, yeah, but then I might
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| I’m going back to the one that I know
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| With whom I can be what I want to be
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| Just one week for the feeling to go
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| And with you there to help me then it probably will
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| I said it will
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| I’m going back to the ones that I know
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| With whom I can be what I want to be
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| Just one week for the feeling to go
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| And with you there to help me then it probably will
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| I said it will, yes
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| Go
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| Yeah
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| Huya
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| Huya |