| Well I can make it twice or o dozen times in a row
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| to hear your suffers on «O»,
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| or many shadows I swallowed
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| They told me who you were
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| and who you expected me to be, so,
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| these are the consequences of our reciprocities
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| When I give you my right hand
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| your lips back «a for» my own.
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| And inside of you I swear
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| I can hear your heart mean in your tongue.
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| The mind that was open once,
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| twice had some folks that killed
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| and spread the seed that made you grow
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| for me to do de deed,
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| for me to do the deed
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| Well we crossed our swords through fire
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| and broke our hearts through compromise…
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| Now that this fight is done would you
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| please get down my kite?
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| I’d be happy to fly you’til the
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| Moutains of trezid
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| but the shores is calling us my friend,
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| we’ll find there our relief
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| The mind that was open once,
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| twice had some folks that killed
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| for what I are is what you am
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| and they is what he meant
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| They told me who you were
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| and who you expected me to be, so,
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| these are the consequences of our reciprocities |