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There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea |
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You, became the light on the dark side of me |
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Love remains, a drug that's the high and not the pill |
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But did you know that when it snows |
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My eyes become larger |
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And the light that you shine can be seen? |
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Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray |
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Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah |
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Now that your rose is in bloom |
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A light hits the gloom on the gray |
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There is so much a man can tell you |
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So much he can say |
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You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain |
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Baby, To me, you're like a growing |
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Addiction that I can't deny |
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Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows |
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My eyes become large |
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And the light that you shine can be seen? |
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Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray |
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Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah |
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Now that your rose is in bloom |
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A light hits the gloom on the gray |
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I've been kissed by a rose on the gray |
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I've been kissed by a rose on the gray |
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And if I should fall, will it all go away? |
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There is so much a man can tell you |
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So much he can say |
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You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain |
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To me, you're like a growing |
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Addiction that I can't deny |
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Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? |
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But did you know that when it snows |
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My eyes become larger |
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And the light that you shine can be seen? |
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Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray |
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Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah |
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Now that your rose is in bloom |
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A light hits the gloom on the gray Now... that your rose is in bloom... |
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A light hits the gloom on the grave... |
