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there must be more to it than this
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you cut your losses and guard your wrist
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I lost my head along the way
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thought maybe I had...something clever to say
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more than this!
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more than this...
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it tasted good, it tasted sweet
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and there was I time when I couldn't even sleep
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next to you
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as almost God in angel's wings
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but now I'm the man in black
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but hey, I'm free--look at me!
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there must be more to love than this!
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there must be more to love than this...
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maybe dogs were meant for it,
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and maybe Heaven couldn't stand the face of it
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there must be more to you than me
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and what I see
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it's all too beautiful for me
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to see you here
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you're like a bird out over the sea...
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and I'm on my knees
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to see what fits
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I'm on my knees to get the hell out of it
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I'm on my knees to find out what it was that I just missed!
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there must be more to love than this!
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there must be more to love than this...
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more than this!
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more than this!
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more than this...
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come clean
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come down
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from whatever you're on
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you can come back
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come to think of it,
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we might try to get along
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come together
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come please
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don't come too soon
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I don't know
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it's all just too much!
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more than this!
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more than this...
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More Than This
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| Low Pop Suicide |
