And I would drink, I would drink
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100 per mille, it would be lila at night
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She wouldn't 'wing who she'd be with
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Because for love I need a tutorial
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And I would drink, I would drink
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100 per mille, it would be lila at night
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She wouldn't 'wing who she'd be with
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Because for love I need a tutorial
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Jealousy safata
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Like crazy, young, arrogant
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Half the city hopes, attacks
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And I alone, and I alone
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I shed 100 tears
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He broke 100 glasses
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I ended up like a rose
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Petals that he broke
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Find me, find me
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Where the young night falls
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It's sweeter, it's sweeter
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The taste of victory than the lips of that bastard
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And I would drink, I would drink
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100 per mille, it would be lila at night
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She wouldn't 'wing who she'd be with
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Because for love I need a tutorial
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And I would drink, I would drink
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100 per mille, it would be lila at night
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She wouldn't 'wing who she'd be with
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Because for love I need a tutorial
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And I have no idea, I have no idea
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I have no idea what love is
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I have no idea
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I have no idea what love is
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Let, let, let, let
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Ah…
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And wake me up on gloomy mornings
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It tastes like smoke to every sip
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Touches hot as a fireplace hearth
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Traces of my lipstick would be on that mouth
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Find me, find me
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Where the young night falls
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It's sweeter, it's sweeter
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The taste of victory than the lips of that bastard
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And I would drink, I would drink
|
100 per mille, it would be lila at night
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She wouldn't 'wing who she'd be with
|
Because for love I need a tutorial
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And I would drink, I would drink
|
100 per mille, it would be lila at night
|
She wouldn't 'wing who she'd be with
|
Because for love I need a tutorial
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And I have no idea, I have no idea
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I have no idea what love is
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I have no idea
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I have no idea what love is
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Let, let, let, let |