Turn of The Century |
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Turn of The Century Lyrics |
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How it reminds me of you Broken like a vision, an unfinished season Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin And I wondered Inside the workhouse, you mind your own business And I had the courage of two And as I requested a lapse in your presence I couldn`t think of anything important to say So I wondered When this day will end Yeah, I wondered if we`d speak again. Yeah, I wonder. |
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