| Our love was born in the middle of a storm
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| Out in the darkness, out of the warm
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| No man of pain could keep me from her door
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| She turned around and said to me, «Is this what you came for?»
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| Sometimes appearances, they can deceive
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| Like a dream all through the night in the morning leaves
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| I got my stuff to go and I didn’t turn to see
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| All the other men turn to stone, or if she was lookin' back at me
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| Was lookin' back at me
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| Is this what you came for, came for?
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| Is this what you came for, came for?
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| Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| Now pretty boys, they stalk the hall
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| To talk in convince with her once more
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| In them I see who I was before
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| I hear her say to them, «Is this what you came for?»
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| Is this what you came for, came for?
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| Is this what you came for, came for?
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| Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh, woo-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues
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| You give a white boy the blues |