| Don’t be afraid of her gun, no
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| Don’t be tongue-tied in the cold
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| I was lost in confusion
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| Talked to myself so often
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| I’m in love with the main-change
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| It’s been that way ever since you were first slain
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| There’s a ghost now, in my soul
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| Trying so hard to play some rock and roll
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| The funny thing about this old town
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| You die so often since you first know how
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| Another day, another name you’ll take
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| Ain’t it funny how we make mistakes?
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| So don’t be afraid of her gun, no
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| Don’t be tongue-tied in the cold
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| I’ll be fine in confusion
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| I’ll talk to myself so often
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| And if I try hard to know you
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| How will I know that I know my own name?
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| And if I try hard to know you
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| How will I know that I know my own name?
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| If I try hard to know you
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| (Will I go home now?)
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| How will I know that I know my own name?
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| If I try hard to know you
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| (Will I go home now?)
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| How will I know that I know my own name?
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Padova |