Turn around,
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Hold me when I sleep.
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It's so much better when you're lying next to me.
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You turned your back upon another soul.
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So much to say.
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So much you'll never know.
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Bear in mind the good times that we see,
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And all the pressure it'll never come from me.
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What a day to be left here on my own.
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So much to say.
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So much you'll never know.
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And I said how can you just walk away
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When time is growing cheap?
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There's nothing here to keep you in this place.
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And I know you think those pretty eyes
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Are nothing much to see,
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But beauty's running wild on your face.
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Yeah, beauty's running wild on your face.
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Turn around,
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Can't you give me peace?
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'Cause all you ever did
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Was 'cause me too much grief.
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There's nothing left to say or even do.
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I need some time to move to somewhere new.
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And I said how can you just walk away
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When time is growing cheap?
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There's nothing here to keep you in this place.
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And I know you think those pretty eyes
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Are nothing much to see,
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But beauty's running wild on your face.
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Yeah, beauty's running wild on your face
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[x2]
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Beauty's running wild on your face
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Yeah, beauty's running wild on your face
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Beauty's Running Wild
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| Scars On 45 |
