Wake up, my love, it was the same old dream.
Cry the tears that wash it clean,
Strike me with your fists to melt the pain away--
I'm not the man that pinned you down.
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| Six-Year Anniversary Wake up, my love, it was the same old dream. Cry the tears that wash it clean, Strike me with your fists to melt the pain away-- I'm not the man that pinned you down. |
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