| Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
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| It must have been something you said
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| I just died in your arms tonight
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| I keep looking for something
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| I can't get broken hearts lie all around me
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| And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
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| Her diary it sits on the bedside table
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| The curtains are closed
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| The cats in the cradle who would've thought
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| That a boy like me could come to this
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| Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
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| It must've been something you said
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| I just died in your arms tonight
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| Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
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| It must've been some kind of kiss I should've walked away
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| Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
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| On the surface I'm a name on a list I try to be discreet
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| But then blow it again
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| I've lost and found
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| It's my final mistake she's loving by proxy
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| No give and all take 'cos I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times.
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| Oh I, I just died in your arms...
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| It was a long hot night she made it easy
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| She made it feel right
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| But now it's over the moment has gone
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| I followed my hands not my head
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| I know I was wrong
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| Oh I, I just died in your arms... |