He reminds all the laughter
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That has left me going down
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And my heart is falling silently
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Into the driving evening sound
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Sometimes we must keep from bringing
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Certain thoughts up to the light
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And a matter of the winning
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In a case of two lips lies
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I have been looking out for him
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From over this broken bridge
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The safest place it seems to be
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To ever reach his purple lips
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Purple Lips
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| Nico |
