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I am walking through |
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Rome with my heart on a string |
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Dear God, please help me |
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And I am so very tired of doing the right thing |
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Dear God, please help me |
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There are explosive kegs between my legs |
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Dear God, please help me |
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Will You follow and know, know me more than |
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You doTrack me down and try to win me? |
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Then he motions to me with his hand on my knee |
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Dear God, did this kind of thing happen to |
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You?Now he's spreading my legs with his in-between |
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Dear God, if |
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I could I would help |
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YouAnd now |
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I am walking through |
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RomeAnd there is no room to move but the heart, the heart feels free |
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The heart feels free, the heart feels free |
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But the heart feels free, the heart feels free |
