| Dissarm you and your smile
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| And cut you like you want me to
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| Cut that little child
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| Silently in search of part of you
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| The letter’s burned
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| THe letter’s burned
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| I used to be a little boy, now I’m so old, in my shoes
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| What I choose is it my choice?
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| It’s a voice, it comes to you too
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| It’s killing me, it’s killing you, my love
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Dissarm you and your smile
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| And leave you like they left me here
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| To wither in denial
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| The bitterness of one who’s left allone
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| The leader’s burned, the leader’s burned
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| I used to be a little boy, now I’m so old, in my shoes
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| What I choose is it my choice?
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| It’s a voice, it comes to you too
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| It’s killing me, it’s killing you, my love
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| To send a smile over to you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Killing me it’s killing you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Killing me it’s killing you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Killing me it’s killing you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Killing me it’s killing you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Klling me it’s killing you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Killing me it’s killing you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Killing me it’s killing you
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| To send a smile over to you
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| Killing me it’s killing you |