It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of looking
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of playing
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It was his voice his voice, his voice his way of understanding
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of playing
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Because the girls pass by and take your place
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And in his voice there are a thousand promises that you have to pay
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And it was his voice his voice, his voice his way of losing
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of looking
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of playing
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It was his voice his voice, his voice his way of losing
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of playing
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Because you always wanted to empty his heart
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Lock it with wishes and press it against the sun
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Control his movements, decorate a corner
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Amputate your fees, whiten your heart
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it was his voice
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it was his voice
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it was his voice
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it was his voice
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of looking
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of playing
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It was his voice his voice, his voice his way of losing
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of playing
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of looking
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice, his way of playing
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It was his voice his voice, his voice his way of losing
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It was his voice, his voice, his voice
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Tell me, how much does it cost to buy your love? |