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maybe you hate me |
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but you dress somebody's suit |
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because there's no risk |
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to put on a mask |
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when we get scared to live |
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with our back with our back |
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maybe you love me |
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but you run under the sun and me under the rain |
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it's so easy |
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to lose ourselves |
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when we get scared to love |
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with every tear with every fear |
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but you could give me just your money |
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but i wished just your honey |
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i burnt your t shirt that one with bunny |
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and now about you nothing more of funny |
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maybe we'll meet again |
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but this not the right life for us |
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it's so hard |
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to live our love |
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when we get scared to see |
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inside our soul inside our soul |
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but you could give me just your money |
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but i wished just your honey |
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i burnt your t shirt that one with bunny |
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and now about you nothing more of funny |
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your mind is closed like an aquarium |
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mine completly opened like the colosseum |
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so nothing about idyll between us |
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it's not a wrong accent no no no no no no no no |
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what's wrong is the concept |
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wrong concept to love |
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but you could give me just your money |
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but i wished just your honey |
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i burnt your t shirt that one with bunny |
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and now about you nothing more of funny |
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you could give me just your money |
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but i wished just your honey |
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i burnt your t shirt that one with bunny |
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and now about you nothing more of funny |
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wrong concept wrong concept to love |
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wrong concept to love to love wrong concept |
