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AOnce again it's happening DOooh, this F#mlove is DunreqAuited
ATwice the pain the suffering DOooh, this F#mlove is DunreqAuited DOooh, this F#mlove is DunreqAuited
AThat must mean I'll live again And gDet back F#mwhat I Dgave my Amen GDet back F#mwhat I Dlost to Athem
AOh, the shame this crying game DOh, my F#mlove I've bDeen denAied it DOh, my F#mlove is DunreqAuited
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AAnd I know it so well AI could play it by ear D DLooking back at myself DWhile the violin plays A AAnd blue is my tune AAnother stitch to my wound D DAnother inch in this dwell I F#mknow it all too well When once again it's happenAing
DOh, our F#mlove has gDone divAided DOooh, my F#mlove is DunreqAuited DOooh, my F#mlove is DunreqAuited DOooh, my F#mlove is DunreqAuited DOooh, my F#mlove is DunreqAuited