| Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
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| Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
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| Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
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| Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
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| There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
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| You became the light on the dark side of me
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| Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill
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| But did you know that when it snows
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| My eyes become large and
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| The light that you shine can’t be seen?
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| Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
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| And now that your rose is in bloom
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey
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| Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
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| Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
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| There is so much a man can tell you
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| So much he can say
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| You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
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| To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
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| Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?
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| But did you know that when it snows
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| My eyes become large and
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| The light that you shine can’t be seen?
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| Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
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| And now that your rose is in bloom
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey
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| I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey
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| I, I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey
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| I’ve … (and if I should fall along the way) … been kissed by a rose on the
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| grey
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| I, I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey
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| There is so much a man can tell you
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| So much he can say
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| You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
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| To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny, yeah
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| Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?
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| But did you know that when it snows
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| My eyes become large and
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| The light that you shine can’t be seen?
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| Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
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| And now that your rose is in bloom
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey
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| Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
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| Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
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| And now that your rose is in bloom
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey
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| Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya
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| Now that your rose is in bloom
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| A light hits the gloom on the grey |