| Out in the night, it’s time to go
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| She doesn’t want to and you don’t know
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| She don’t even know your name
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| A kiss to your lips, a blade to your neck
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| It’s a good feeling to live in regret
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| She don’t even know your name
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| She don’t even know your name
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| And it’s true, and it’s strange
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| You never thought that you would feel the same
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| But you do and it’s strange
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| A kiss to your lips, a blade to your neck
|
| It’s a good feeling to live in regret
|
| She don’t even know your name
|
| She don’t even know your name
|
| And it’s true, and it’s strange
|
| You never thought that you would feel the same
|
| But you do and it’s strange
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love
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| Strange love, strange love |