| Siren, siren that calls the young sailor men
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| Oh I’m not much of a formidable opponent
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| Oh mark my words, yes mark my words
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| Love will wreck me afterwards
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| But now I revel in its curse
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| I’m thankful that it found me… love
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| Siren, siren that brings out the firemen
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| A three alarm blaze, the flames are arriving
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| Oh mark my words, yes mark my words
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| Love will burn me afterwards
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| But now I revel in its curse
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| I’m thankful that it found me…
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| Oh mark my words, yes mark my words
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| Love will burn
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| Love will burn
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| And of all the faith that you decree
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| Our ways are as the symphony
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| We play our heartstrings splendidly
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| Though the music’s surely ending… love
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| Oh mark my words, yes mark my words
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| Love will burn me afterwards
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| But now I revel in its curse
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| I’m thankful that it found me…
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| Oh mark my words, yes mark my words
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| Love will burn
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| Love will burn
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| And of all the faith that you decree
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| The ways are as the symphony
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| We play our heartstrings splendidly
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| But the music’s surely ending…
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| And of all the faith that you decree
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| The ways are as the symphony
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| We play our heartstrings splendidly
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| But the music’s surely ending… |