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no. 1 (burnt)

i took (one) look at you

and a sip (of) my whisky

and both burned with (these) emotions

raw like the cold (days) of january;

but nonetheless (you'll) always give me pleasure

and i'll always (be) receiving it

like a child of (mine).

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