Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
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It must've been something you said
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I just died in your arms tonight
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whoa, whoa
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I keep looking for something I can't get
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Broken hearts lie all around me
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And I don't see an easy way to get out of this
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Her diary, it sits on the bedside table
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The curtains are closed, the cat's in the cradle
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Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this
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whoa, whoa
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Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
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It must've been something you said
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I just died in your arms tonight
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Whoa, whoa
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Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
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It must've been some kind of kiss
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I should've walked away, I should've walked away, I should've walked away
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Is there any just cause for feeling like this
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On the surface I'm a name on a list
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I try to be discreet, but then I screwed up again
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I've lost and found, it's my final mistake
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She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
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'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times
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Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
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It must've been something you said,
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Whoa, whoa
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I just died in your arms tonight
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Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
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It must've been some kind of kiss
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I should've walked away, I should've walked away
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It was a long hot night
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She made it easy, she made it feel right
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But now it's over, the moment is gone
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I followed my hands, not my head,
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I know I was wrong
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Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
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It must've been something you said,
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I just died tonight
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Whoa, whoa
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Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
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It must've been some kind of kiss
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I should've walked away, I should've walked away
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I should've walked away, I should've walked away
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I should should should've walked I should've walked away
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(I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight
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| Faber Drive |
