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It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm |
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We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable |
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Oh well, the devil makes us sin |
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But we like it when we're spinning in his grip |
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Love is like a sin, my love, |
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For the ones that feel it the most |
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Look at her with her eyes like a flame |
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She will love you like a fly will never love you again |
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It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm |
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We can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable |
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Oh well, the devil makes us sin |
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But we like it when we're spinning in his grip |
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Love is like a sin, my love, |
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For the one that feels it the most |
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Look at her with a smile like a flame |
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She will love you like a fly will never love you again |
