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Bitter Moon

The Flies

The bitter moon
Pulls lovers
Until they're left even doubting doubt
Even doubting doubt

I wanted love
But I was so young
I wanted love
But I was so young
So young

Every nerve has been worn out
And I have lived in fear of fear
In fear of fear

I wanted love
But I was so young
I wanted love
But I was so young
So young 






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