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Baby's in her hour, {[heart?]} of darkness
Everything she feels is hopeless
Disconnected from the dance hall{[?]}
Trippin' on her heart of purple{[?]}
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Is this passion or... Or your red tide...
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Faces of her bleak expression
Taking on her town's impression{[?]}
'Tis the season's withing hour
As the summer loses power
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Is this passion or... Or your red tide...
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Baby's breakin' your kiss goodnight
This is where her heart will not die
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Is this passion or... Or your red tide...
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Or your red tide
Or your red tide