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When the bar goes poppets on the candlelight
And the southern wind blows cold
And I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
But then I think I know I'll ***** no more
A thousand houses in my head allow a similar confession
When the bar goes poppets on the candlelight
And the southern wind blows cold
And I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
But then I think I know I'll ***** no more
A thousand houses in my head allow a similar confession