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+-+ Sweetheart "The devil makes work For idle hands to doHe can take these handsIf they're not touching youAnd these lips of mineWould rather turn to stone Than kiss another now that you are goneSweetheart I'm so aloneSweetheartWhen are you coming homeSweetheart I'm so aloneSweetheartWhen are you coming home"
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