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Love, love, love, love, love. Say the word so very loosely. Where we come from is love, love, pure love. We're on our way back home And on that way, you never look back. 'Cause there's nothing
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Ooh ooh. You better never tell nobody but God,. All the things I've seen. From high above this haunted city,. Under elected thrones of thieves. Where mighty men lay down their hearts. In the
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. Whoah- before the black day,. Whoah- and as you stray you move closer to our world. . This is the final night. Whoah- before the black day,. Whoah- As the dim stretches further from us. . As you
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hana mwodeun kkago bomyeon dwae. Pre-Chorus All. Oh, yeah, oh. Stray Kids, woo!. Oh. Chorus Bang Chan, I. N. Himdeulji ana geochin jeonggeulsoge. Ttwieodeun geon nanikka I’m okay. We goin’ higher daeum
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. In the terms of the life that you love. In the terms of the years that pass you by. In the terms of the reasons why There's no more coming back this way. The path is overgrown and strewn with thorns
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I lost my way, oh baby, this stray heart. Went to another. Can you recover, baby?. Oh, you're the only one that I'm dreamin' of. Your precious heart. Was torn apart by me. And you, you're not alone
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be easier. And I know that sometimes life is hard. And I wish that things could be much better. On this path along the road until it's over. . Chorus. Now let me find my way. Let me find the
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I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs. I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs. This ain't no hanging matter. No, this ain't no capital crime
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by with my tail in the air. Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies' cat. I'm a feline casanova, hey man, that's that. Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man. Getting my dinner from a garbage can. Yeah
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Why do the men stray?. Why do the women pray?. Why do the men fight?. Why do the women sympathize? Whoa, it was easier before I loved. Before this heart was turned to stone. Before this blood
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. . Chorus. . There's no more coming back this way. The path is overgrown and strewn with thorns. They've torn the life-blood from your naked eyes. Cast aside to be forlorn. . Chorus. . Funny, how it
