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Feels like |
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December but it's |
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May I've gone as pale as |
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Doris Day |
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The blue sky's torn assunder by clouds that warn of thunder |
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Is this what they used to call love? |
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Your face surrounds me everywhere like a kaleidoscope's nightmare |
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This outpouring of emotion is boring as an ocean |
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Is this what they used to call love? |
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Well it musn't be the chicken pox |
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I've never met a chicken but whenever |
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I get near you dear my heart starts to sicken |
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In the 9th circle of this hell my heart is burning and unwell what demons lie within it |
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I'll die in one more minute |
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Is this what they used to call love? |
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Is this what they used to call love? |
