| Do I feel jealousy when you’re free without me?
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| Maybe
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| Do I feel that my love will stay with you forever?
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| Hopefully
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| In memoriam of my lovers will you sleep with me forever?
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| Oh most certainly I never did doubt you
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| You surround yourself with trinkets like they’re meaningful possessions
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| Baby
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| Like some squirrel in the garden with expensive permutations
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| Save me
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| They’ll outlive you in the end will be your final realisation
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| Oh most certainly I never did doubt you
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| Words for girlfriends parading as songs
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| To be living with songs, yet without you
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| Words for girlfriends parading as songs
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| 'Though I never ever really did doubt you, no…
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| As we search our lives forever for perfection in relations
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| Ladies
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| I can dream of love and scheme of love with all its complications
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| Shakily
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| Ideals are fine for beauty but for love they fool relations
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| Oh most certainly I never did doubt you
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| Words for girlfriends parading as songs
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| To be living with you, yet without you
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| Words for girlfriends parading as songs
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| 'Though I never ever really did doubt you
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| No I never ever really did doubt you
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| As we search our lives forever for perfection in relations
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| Ladies
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| I can dream of love and scheme of love with all its complications…
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| They’re just words, only words |