| Today has more than this hour
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| And the months they have more than tonight
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| The before and the after
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| The clapping, the laughter
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| One hell full of silence and time
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| Here they were ringing the bells
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| And I thought you could keep me from hell
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| And all that I own from my flesh to my song
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| Was yours, and yours all alone
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| Hate me, get out of my sight
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| Push me away bring up the fight
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| Don’t let me stare, oh don’t let me here
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| Mixing the wrong and the right
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| Uhhh…
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| Here you are, still in my bed
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| And I just can’t stop turning my head
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| And pretend that its real and that it’s you that i feel
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| And nothing has ever been said
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| So kiss me and kiss me again
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| Loose it completely I can’t be your friend
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| Then we will know if it’s been yours the show
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| That we made up to get rid of ourselves, choir
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| Uhhh…
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| Let’s pretend today had only this hour
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| And the months they had only tonight
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| No before and no after
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| The clapping, the laughter
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| Hell sinking way out of sight
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| Helsinki — running for life |