... Let me kiss you one last time..."
Ups and downs, smiles and frowns...
Well, unwell, heart-twinge and chest-swell,
Walked for miles and finally I've found
Celle qui me trouve m'a trouvé que je trouve la plus belle...
Depressive downers don't need quite so many drowners any more.
I no longer long for her and scratch till I'm sore.
Not constantly sorry any more.
This is the end of the endless bore, not available in stores,
'cuz this is hardcore.
Nat: now I know I need no more because I have it all through you and it's fantastic I love you.
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