| Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
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| Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
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| Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
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| Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
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| There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea
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| 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
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| But did you know, 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, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the 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 gray
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| Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
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| Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
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| There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
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| You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
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| Baby, to me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
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| Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
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| But did you know 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, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the 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 gray
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| I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray
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| I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray
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| I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray
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| And if I should fall, would it all go away?
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| I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray
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| There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
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| You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
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| To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
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| Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
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| But did you know 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, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the 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 gray
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| Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the 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 gray
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| Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
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| Now that your rose is in bloom
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| A light hits the gloom on the gray |