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Johnny, i'm alone and i'm feeling blue |
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Now you're grazing on pastures new |
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Cut the cord and we let it go |
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A nightingale flying, high and on its own |
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When you coming home? |
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Words came, violently filling up the room |
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Lovers have their own private mood |
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To taste the honey, we must taste blood |
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The poison nectar |
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And if we were on fire |
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Why we grow so tired? |
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Da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba |
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Da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba |
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Da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba |
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Da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba |
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Johnny, i'm alone and i'm feeling blue |
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Now you're lazing on pastures new |
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Lost my devil and lost my saint |
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Waiting's like dying... |
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If you are alone |
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Darling, come back home |
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Da-badaba-da-ba-da-badaba |
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Da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba |
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Da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba |
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Da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba |
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