august 1961 stole
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the taste of freedom
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the life i used to know
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16 long years to wait and wonder
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did she make it? safely make it? is she still alive?
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if she's still breathing then i'm still waiting.
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no hope in love.
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scream at the thought, it's not ok
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and you dream of the day that she'll be here.
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i still remember the last note you sent.
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eight simple words said
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"no hope in love, no hope in waiting"
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no hope in hell that i'll stop waiting, that i'll stop loving you.
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if you still loved him, you'd wait for him.
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no hope in love.
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scream at the thought, it's not ok
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and you dream of the day she'll be here.
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and your last dying wish would be to see her one last time
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when the wall came down.
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scream at the thought.
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no hope.
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scream at the last thing you said.
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there's no hope in love it's just inside your head.
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The East Has Stolen What The West May Want
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| Moneen |
