Love is a setting sun
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Is a smoking gun
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Is a 4 letter word
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I hope it hurts
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Love is a fatal flaw
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Is a broken jaw
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Is a burning bridge
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Move your hips
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And the ghost of the boulevard
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Littered with lonely hearts
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The city like a graveyard
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Once was a postcard
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When you lose your wonder
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And you can't remember
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When we were living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of...
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Love was a dream to have
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Was a kingsize bed
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Was an escape plan
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Was an open hand
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Now it's a dog from hell
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It's a dream you sell
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It's an epitaph
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It's a photograph
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And the ghost of the boulevard
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Littered with lonely hearts
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The city like a graveyard
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Once was a postcard
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When you lose your wonder
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And you can't remember
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When we were living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of...
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of thunder
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Living in the days of...
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(Thunder)
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(Living in the days of thunder)
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(Living in the days of thunder)
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(Living in the days of thunder)
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(Living) in the days of...
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