| All my life in sentiment |
| All my language is vulgar and true |
| I've pushed love through the hourglass |
| Did you see me putting pain in a stone? |
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| Get dressed |
| You're a mess |
| You're a sight |
| Did you dream about Pompeii? |
| Your eyes always give it away |
| Cities built on monumental rage |
| Getting lost in the seminar |
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| All my life in sentiment |
| All my language is vulgar and true |
| I've pushed love through the hourglass |
| Did you see me putting pain in a stone? |
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| Every fear |
| Every fear that I have |
| I send it to Pompeii |
| Now I'm running just to give it away |
| Got an ugly wait for morning papers |
| Sipping wine through a telescope |
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| All my life in sentiment |
| All my language is vulgar and true |
| I've pushed love through the hourglass |
| Did you see me putting pain in a stone? |
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| It's my heart, it's the beating of my heart |
| It's the beating of my heart, oh |
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| All my life in sentiment |
| (It's my heart, it's the beating of my heart) |
| All my language is vulgar and true |
| (It's my heart, it's the beating of my heart) |
| I've pushed love through the hourglass |
| (It's my heart, it's the beating of my heart) |
| Did you see me putting pain in a stone? |
| (It's my heart, it's the beating of my heart) |
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| It's my heart, it's the beating of my heart |
| It's my heart, it's the beating of my heart |
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