| I lost my fear in your arms
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| I lost my tears in your car
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| I lost my will in your candle-lit eyes
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| And all my love in your yard
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| Baby would you leave me if you knew that I was making it up?
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| And underneath the love you got to wonder am I giving you up
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| No way am I
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| It goes on
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| Violent is the motion in my heart and in my body and mind
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| And silent is the feeling that I lost but I’m determined to find
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| And love is but an ocean, unrealistic notion
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| But I cling to her devotion and I let it pull me down to the floor
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| It goes on, on, on, on
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| It goes on, on, on, on
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| It goes on, on, on, on
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| It goes on, on, on
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| I found my will in your car
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| I caught my tears in your arms
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| I found my self on that poor county drive
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| And found my love in your yard
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| OH! |
| Baby would you leave me if you knew that I was making it up?
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| And underneath the love you got to wonder am I giving you up
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| No way am I
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| It goes on, on, on, on
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| It goes on, on, on, on
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| It goes on, on, on, on
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| It goes on, on, on
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| It goes on, on, on |