| There’s a hug of compromise
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| when we were about feeling nice
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| and where vibes were a grounded
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| lately building to something made of stone
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| like us old kings
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| but right now I’m shaking
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| 'cause
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| I am looking for the soft and the hardcore
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| and I will write down on the paper
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| my name’s tender forever
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| a sea too ancient gets fucked up (?)
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| sometimes I feel my guts
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| they’re all telling secrets
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| of love
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| and make her understand
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| that I’m here to write the end
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| and that love is not just holding her hand
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| 'cause…
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| I am looking for the soft and the hardcore
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| and I will write down on the paper
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| my name’s tender forever
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| I will never forget what you’ve done to me
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| but will always forgive you, what you’ve done to me
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| because I am strong and I am soft inside
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| I will never never never never never never never give up
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| oh
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| and my name is tender, tender forever
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| it doesn’t mean that I, I am not stronger
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| 'cause I am, I am, I am, I am, 'cause, I am, I am, 'cause, what
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| I am looking for the soft and the hardcore
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| and I will write down on the paper
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| my name’s tender forever
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| my name’s tender forever
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| my name’s tender forever
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| my name’s tender forever
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| my name’s tender forever
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| ever |