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Sick of normal life,

jumped into some lovers bed and prayed that every night would be the same.

Oh and how he curled your toes,

Charmed you with a plastic rose,

i could hear the moans at mine from wingates grove.



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And i`ll be up at the water tower,

One reach away from power,

i could hold you there and watch the view for days.

And i`ll be there when your flame goes out,

One hand to stifle shouts,

How could you hate the love you give away?



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I said please miss, please miss,

How did you win life?

She said easy, easy,

Just had to bet right.

Cos you`re a victim of lies,

i can see it in your eyes.

You`re a victim of lies,

And now your soul`s died.



He slipped into the night,

never to return again and the light you shone that night went everywhere.

And why you looking so suprised?

You lied into your mothers eyes,

How could you hate the love she gives away?



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