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It's unfortunate that when we feel the storm
We can't roll ourselves over it
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in this grid
It's unfortunate that when we feel the storm
We can't roll ourselves over it
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in this grid
Love is like a sin, my love
For the ones that feel it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again
She'll never love you again
She'll never love you again
She'll never love you again
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