| You are blithe and happy and you are blind and fond
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| And you’ve got butterflies in your stomach
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| You feel cute and pleasing and you feel desirable
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| And you dance all night but you will pay back
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| We are the hurt, we are the sorrow
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| We are the rain and pain in your heart
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| We are the sores, we are the misery
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are the lie, we are the ruin
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| We are the tear and fear in your heart
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| We are the doom, we are indignity
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| You are rash and cocky and you give a high clear laugh
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| And you’ve got butterflies in your stomach
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| You’re hit by cupid’s arrow, but your bliss ain’t made to last
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| We will ensure you suffer shipwreck
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| We are the hurt, we are the sorrow
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| We are the rain and pain in your heart
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| We are the sores, we are the misery
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are the lie, we are the ruin
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| We are the tear and fear in your heart
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| We are the doom, we are indignity
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are the hurt, we are the sorrow
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| We are the rain and pain in your heart
|
| We are the sores, we are the misery
|
| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are the lie, we are the ruin
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| We are the tear and fear in your heart
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| We are the doom, we are indignity
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are, we are the gods of love
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| We are, we are the gods of love |