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Batten up the hatches, here comes the cold |
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I can feel it creeping, it's making me old |
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You give me so much love that it blows my brains out |
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You need something better than the bacon and eggs |
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The creaking in the walls and the banging in the bed |
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You give me so much love that it blows my brains out |
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Summer rain,dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain,praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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My love giving me head, feeling very guilty,breaking the bread |
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Losing my attention, taking the world on |
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So batten up the hatches, here comes the cold |
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I can feel it creeping, it's making me old |
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You give me so much love that it blows my brains out |
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Summer rain,dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain,praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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My love, my love, my love, my love oh my love |
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Summer rain,dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain,praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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Summer rain,dripping down your face again |
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Summer rain,praying someone feels the same |
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Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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Leave all this misery behind |
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Leave all this misery behind |
