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Sit down my love of all good spaces |
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and breathe my love let's all be spent |
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i'm going to tell you both a story |
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about some memories that i dreamt |
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see i've lost love in many places |
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not least the streets of san paolo |
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and friends especially, i didn't make them |
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a ten floor window to her home |
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sometimes i could cry for miles |
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but i don't |
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so hush the shadows in the oak tree |
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be still you curl upon the moor |
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my heart has fallen upon the wayside |
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i cannot claim her anymore |
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so don your duffel coats quite slowly |
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and this sad jury has ajurned |
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while on the streets of old san paolo |
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i watch my baby being burned |
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sometimes i could cry for miles |
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but i don't |
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sometimes i could cry ah sometimes |
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drop my bags and run for miles |
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and sometimes i could live my life |
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but i wont, but i won't |
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have you ever been thrown across the water |
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till there's no skin left on your bones |
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thrown across water like a stone |
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get me a doctor |
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who will get rid of my bones |
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get me a lover |
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get me a lover |
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who will leave my head alone |
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get me a soldier |
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get me a soldier |
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who will fight me poison? this war |
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get me an exit |
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i need an exit |
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i need a window or a door |
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thrown across water like a stone |
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get me a lawyer |
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get me a lawyer |
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who will sue the world for me |
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get me a person |
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who isn't me |
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cuz i'm getting tired |
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i'm getting tired |
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of my stupid little face |
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cuz i don't belong here |
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i don't belong here |
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don't belong in this horse race |
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thrown across water |
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thrown across water |
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thrown across water |
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like a stone |
