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作词 : shawshaw |
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作曲 : shawshaw |
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we won't care about the time do I know it that I knew it |
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hold your hands in mine, I move slowly till you like it |
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no more life to chase again |
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look about this room and then tell me what you found baby |
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tracing your lips |
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some cold and sweet |
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leave the day and got me drunk in Margaret |
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we won't care about the time do I know it that I knew it |
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hold your hands in mine, I move slowly till you like it |
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no more life to chase again |
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look about this room and then tell me what you found baby |
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tracing your lips |
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some cold and sweet |
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leave the day and got me drunk in Margaret |
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we would meet again after a long last ride |
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we would love again for a thousand time |
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all the summer ends with a kiss goodbye |
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(what about you two? were you both born in Paris?) |
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I don't live a life in the political dreams |
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home is like a tower never had a breathing |
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you believe in goddess that would set you free |
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you won't care about the time do I know it that I knew it |
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hold your hands in mine, I move slowly till you like it |
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no more life to chase again |
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look about this world and then tell me what you found baby |
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*** is holy |
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love is so sick |
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leave the day and got me drunk in Margaret |
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lie is too real |
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you were too afraid |
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everyday and everynight with Margaret |
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I know how it ends and how it going on...with us |
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you're the only fix for real |
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I'll try many times to hold you in my arms, |
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although nothing lasts forever. |
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(I entered this world on the Champs-Elysees 1959 on the pavement. You know what my first words were? No, what? "New York Herald-Tribute!") |