| With a sampled heartbeat and a stolen soul,
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| I sold my songs to have my fortune told,
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| And it said: «You should know that love will never die,
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| But see how it kills you in the blink of an eye»
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| I know of love as a hot white light
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| That knocks you down and then leaves you dry.
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| Oh, how can it be, sweet mama tell me why,
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| Why all love’s disciples have to wither and die?
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| Please, sister, help me, come on, do what you should,
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| Please give me something, I’m not doing so good
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| I’m gone, done wrong, is there nothing you can say?
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| Please, sister, help me, I’m not feeling OK.
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| Give me belief that my time will come,
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| And a toll-free helpline if I find someone.
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| But she said: «you gave away what you never really had
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| And now your purse is empty, I can see why you’re sad»
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| Oh, please, sister, help me, come on, do what you should,
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| Please give me something, I’m not doing so good,
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| I’m gone, done wrong, is there nothing you can say?
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| Please, sister, help me, can you make me feel OK?
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| So if it’s true that love will never die,
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| Then why do the lovers work so hard… to stay… alive?
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| Please…
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| Oh, please, sister, help me!
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| Please give me something…
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| Oh, please, sister, you know I do what I can,
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| Oh, sweet mama, please just send me a man,
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| 'cause I’m gone, gone… Is there nothing you can give?
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| Please, sister, help me, I just need some love to live.
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| Just a little love to live…
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| And a little love to sing… |