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| 1. |
| 4:34 | 
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> The sunlight hits the lonely streets
Love despairs for the one in my bed It's a quaint affair with an air of defeat Because nothing's easy, nothing's easy when it's wrong It's harder not to never, never, ever have to love Love, in a sense, loves himself Maybe undressed calls me his darling With that stare and those hands, come back again 'Cause the things that now deceive me I know I'll never care to understand A thought recurred for hours and hours Could I pretend that the man in my bed Is the one I hold dear, but then that's unfair 'Cause my love is easy, love is easier to share It's harder not to never, never, ever have to love Love, in a sense, loves himself Maybe undressed calls me his darling With that stare and those hands, come back again 'Cause the one who's in here sleeping, I know I'll never care to understand |
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| 2. |
| 4:25 | 
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3. |
| 3:10 |
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| 4. |
| 3:15 |
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| 5. |
| 4:57 |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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| 7. |
| 5:54 |
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| 8. |
| 1:26 |
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| 9. |
| 4:19 |
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| 10. |
| 3:57 |
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| 11. |
| 2:31 |
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| 12. |
| 3:21 |
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| 13. |
| 6:25 |
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