| Well now here we are,
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| Irises like glazy stars,
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| Driving round in rusty cars,
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| Wheels won’t get us there.
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| Once there you can’t come back,
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| Death by chocolate it’s a fact,
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| Mashima made the final act,
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| Too sweet for us to bare.
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| I will follow,
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| Where you go from here?
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| I can swallow,
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| You know I’m so sincere.
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| The one lie I can concede,
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| Is how Adam took the fruit from Eve,
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| Ignoring the cocoa leaf,
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| Lying on the ground.
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| But once there was no way back,
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| Death by chocolate it’s a fact,
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| Marcus has that hidden knack,
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| Making it feel real.
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| I will follow,
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| When you go from here?
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| I will follow,
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| In that is crystal clear.
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| I will follow,
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| Where you go from here?
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| I can swallow,
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| In that I’m so sincere.
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| I will fall for you,
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| Like a sailor falls to sea.
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| I will fall with you,
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| When you fall for me.
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| Well now here we are,
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| Irises like glassy stars,
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| Driving round in rusty cars,
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| Wheels won’t get us there.
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| Once there you can’t come back,
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| Death by chocolate it’s a fact,
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| Mashima made the final act,
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| Too sweet for us to bare. |