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Maybe you hate me |
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But you dress somebody's suit |
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Because there's no risk |
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To put on a mask |
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When we get scared to live |
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With our back, with our back |
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Maybe you love me |
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But you run under the sun and me under the rain |
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It's so easy |
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To lose ourselves |
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When we get scared to love (ooh, ooh) |
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With every tear, with every fear |
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But you could give me just your money |
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But I wished just your honey |
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Burnt your t-shirt, that one with bunny |
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And now about you nothing more of funny |
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Maybe we'll meet again |
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But this not the right life for us |
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It's so hard |
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To live our love |
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When we get scared to see (ooh, ooh) |
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Inside our soul, inside our soul |
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But you could give me just your money |
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But I wished just your honey |
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Burnt your t-shirt, that one with bunny |
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And now about you nothing more of funny |
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Your mind is closed like an aquarium |
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Mine completely opened like the Colosseum |
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So nothing about idyll between us |
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It's not a wrong accent |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no |
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What's wrong is the concept |
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Wrong concept to love |
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But you could give me just your money |
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But I wished just your honey |
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Burnt your t-shirt, that one with bunny |
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And now about you nothing more of funny |
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You could give me just your money |
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But I wished just your honey |
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Burnt your t-shirt, that one with bunny |
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And now about you nothing more of funny |
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Wrong concept |
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Wrong concept to love |
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Wrong concept |
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To love |
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To love |
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Wrong concept |
