Every time I think of you
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a shot rings out like a bolt of blue
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every time I think of how we started
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half alive and hypnotized by an icy prince with guilty eyes
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we were only thirteen when it started.
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Sing hallelujah for the girls
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sing for their movies and their curls
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Sing hallelujah for the girls
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I like your lips and your open eyes
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your music and the way you cry
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I think the picture's Paris, France
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you were wearing leather and a sideway's glance
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I like the way you're stretching out the leather
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you cut your arms it made you calm
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being chased by ghosts really ain't that fun
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when you're doing it for the money
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Sing hallelujah for the girls
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sing for their movies and their curls
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Sing hallelujah for the girls
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sing for their beauty and their world
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I like your lips and your open eyes
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your music and the way you cry
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Unimpressed, unlike the rest
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a little angry but you confessed
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and I think you'd like me just the same
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if you could hear this song and you knew my name
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Christina reaching
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Christina...
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Christina
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| Kitten |
