| Catherine De Barra
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| You’ve murdered my thinking
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| Gave you my heart
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| You left the thing stinking
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| I’d shake from your spell
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| If it weren’t for my drinking
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| The wind bites more bitter
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| With each light of morning
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| I envy the road
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| The ground you tread under
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| I envy the wind
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| Your hair riding over
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| I envy the pillow
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| Your head rests and slumbers
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| I envy to murderous
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| Envy your lover
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| Until the light shines on me
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| I damn to hell every second you breathe
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| Until the light shines on me
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| I damn to hell every second you breathe
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| I envy the road
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| The ground you tread under
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| I envy the wind
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| Your hair riding over
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| I envy the pillow
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| Your head rests and slumbers
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| I envy to murderous
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| Envy your lover
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| Until the light shines on me
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| I damn to hell every second you breathe
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| Until the light shines on me
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| I damn to hell every second you breathe
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| Oh my Catherine
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| For your eyes smiling
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| For your mouth singing
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| With time I’d have won you
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| With what I’d have won you
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| For your eyes smiling
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| For your mouth singing
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| With time I’d have won you
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| Oh my Catherine
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| With what I’d have won you
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| With what I’d have won you |