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Throw away your suitcase
Come back to bed
There is nothing i wouldn't do
For a girl in distress
I've loaded my weapon
I'm wearing my best
There is nothing i couldn't stoop to
For a girl in distress
Nothing i wouldn't stoop to
We are out in the hills now
Looking over the sea
There is nothing she wouldn't do
To a man on his knees
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