| All my greetings are dying wishes to get close
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| All my being is caught up and tied in with yours
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| We’re caught up in a bad dream
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| Our bodies acting out the scene
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| And I’ll let you entertain me
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| 'Cause I can be your everything
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| But it’s too late
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| But it’s too late
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| But it’s too late
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| But it’s too late
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| All my dreaming’s just a conversation with myself
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| All my feeling’s just a ghost that I imagine in my head
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| Caught up in a bad dream
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| Our bodies acting out the scene
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| And you said you’d entertain me
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| If I could be your everything
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you could be the de-e-eath of me
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| But it’s too late
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| But it’s too late
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| But it’s too late
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| But it’s too late
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| And you can be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you can be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you can be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you can be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you can be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you can be the de-e-eath of me
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| And you can be the, and you can be the
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| And you can be the |