| When your eyelids flicker
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| and liquor is your oldest friend.
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| When you dream of silence,
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| silence on which life depends.
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| When the full moon won’t leave you alone,
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| watches you stagger all the way home,
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| stares in through your bedroom window.
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| Love, love, love.
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| Love, it comes in strange disguises.
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| All through the night
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| I was seventeen again.
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| Love, 'til requiem aeternam.
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| When I feel her heartbeat,
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| Boom.
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| When she tells me secrets,
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| secrets of the witching hour.
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| When the full moon’s there all afternoon,
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| all smiles when your lips turn blue,
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| backflips when they try to revive you.
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| Love, love, love.
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| Love, it keeps the goldfish swimming.
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| Saw basic instinct
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| when I was seventeen years old.
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| Love. |
| Still got the scars to show.
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| I need you like a siamese twin,
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| I feel you like a broken wing.
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| Like floating down from outer space,
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| like falling on to helicopter blades.
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| Happiness is possible,
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| just keep rolling the snowball up the hill.
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| Love. |
| Concentrate on survival,
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| your ship will come in, just keep on stumbling.
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| Love, towards requiem aeternam.
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| Love, 'til requiem aeternam.
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| God rest her soul |