Impertently marked
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The deign and the weary now
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Govern my exult
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Govern my heart, my mind, my body
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The weight on my soul
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Making love to her will always be
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A frictional engrave to sought to not remember
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Streaming real time
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Closed screening in wait for what dreams may come
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For what dreams often bring
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A time when what I did was right
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Before a calm resign
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Between the girl and boy
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Post mourning the most
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Beautiful of days, weeks, months, years, lives
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Making love to her will always be
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A frictional engrave to sought to not remember
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And word on the street is
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That she¡¯s got a lot of love to give
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Everything a boy could want in a girl
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What are the odds of living it again?
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I¡¯ve got to become one with what I¡¯ve been missing
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It's long past been you¡¯ll never live it again
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You want what you lost
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You want what you brought to its end
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Odds
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The odds to live it again
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Odds
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What are the odds to live it again?
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What am I running from lord?
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I¡¯ve got to find a way
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Back into my mother's womb
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That girl meant everything to me
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My mother
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My lover
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My family
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Over and over again
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Without hesitation I will run
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Over and over again
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So go back to the one you love
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What am I running from lord?
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Wilt as I¡¯ll wilt lord
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Making love to her will always be
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A frictional engrave to sought to not remember
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And word on the street is
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That she¡¯s got a lot of love to give
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Everything a boy could want in a girl
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Making love to her..
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Its long past been you¡¯ll never live it again
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After Class With Mrs. Brown
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Scapegoat |