Dahlias, they come from me
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A promise to get well
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That ain't working, thinking that you're no good
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Don't worry 'cause I'm not the kind to kiss and tell
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Dahlias and cherry trees, I don't recall them anyway
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Some lovers know it ain't gonna wear out
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To each his own the same
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Look what you wasted
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When the lights are cutting out
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And I come down in your room
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Our daily compromise
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It is written in your signed armistice
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And when the lights are cutting out
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And I come down in your room
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Well, we'll decide as always
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Here is your signed armistice
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It's time to follow and not to heat it up
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Requesting this plane is a propeller
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In the middle of the course when ambitions are low
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Head on close, hang on before you lose control
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The octagon logo had to rip it up
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The semaphore message on your lips
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Some lovers know it ain't gonna wear out
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To each his own the same, what else is wasted?
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When the lights are cutting out
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And I come down in your room
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Our daily compromise
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It is written in your signed armistice
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And when the lights are cutting out
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And I come down in your room
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Well, we'll decide as always
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Here is your signed armistice
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For lovers in a rush, for lovers always
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For lovers in a rush, keeping promises
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For lovers in a rush, for lovers always
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For lovers in a rush, for lovers always
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For lovers in a rush, keeping promises
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For lovers in a rush, for lovers always
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Armistice
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Phoenix |