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| ==Talk is cheap== | | == test == |
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| == [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMD2TwRvuoU Seal - Kiss From A Rose] ==
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| There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
| | == Where did you go jack == |
| You became the light on the dark side of me.
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| Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
| | ?--{{User:Gardenator/sig}} 07:28, 17 March 2020 (UTC) |
| But did you know,
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| That when it snows,
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| My eyes become large and,
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| The light that you shine can be seen.
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| Baby,
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| I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
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| Ooh,
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| The more I get of you
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| Ooh
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| Stranger it feels, yeah.
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| And now that your rose is is in bloom.
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey.
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| There is so much a man can tell you,
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| So much he can say.
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| there's so much inside.
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| You remain,
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| you.......
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| My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
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| To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.. yeah.
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| Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
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| But did you know,
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| That when it snows,
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| My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
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| Baby,
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| I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
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| Been kissed from a rose on the grey.
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| Ooh, the more I get of you
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| Stranger it feels, yeah
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| stranger it feels, yeah.
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| Now that your rose is in bloom.
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey,
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| I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
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| I've been kissed by a rose
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| Been kissed by a rose on the grey.
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| I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
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| And if I should fall, at all
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| I've been kissed by a rose
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| Been kissed by a rose on the grey.
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| There is so much a man can tell you,
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| So much he can say.
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| there's so much inside.
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| You remain
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| you.......
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| My power, my pleasure, my pain.
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| To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
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| Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
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| But did you know,
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| That when it snows,
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| My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
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| Baby,
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| I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
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| Ooh, the more I get of you
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| Stranger it feels, yeah
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| stranger it feels.
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| Now that your rose is in bloom,
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey.
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| Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
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| Ooh, the more I get of you
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| Stranger it feels, yeah
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| stranger it feels. yeah.
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| And now that your rose is in bloom
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey
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| Now that your rose is in bloom,
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey.
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| [[User:Dijon Sanders|Dijon Sanders]] ([[User talk:Dijon Sanders|talk]]) 22:25, 18 June 2018 (UTC)
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