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She wore out the feeling |
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With a tender killing |
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She paid for the blackout |
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I saw it rolling in |
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Was I, was I |
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Watching over you |
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Or watching you fall apart |
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Did I, did I |
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Lend a hand to hold you down |
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Or just a hand to hold |
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Did I, did I |
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Pull the wool over your eyes |
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Or keep you from the cold |
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She came with a warning |
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She left with the morning |
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An eye on the doorway |
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A scar in the early light |
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Was I, was I |
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Hanging on a word |
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Or was I just the messenger |
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Did I, did I |
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Lend a hand to hold you down |
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Or just a hand to hold |
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Did I, did I |
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Pull the wool over your eyes |
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Or keep you from the cold |
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In every look upon your face |
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There was an element of grace |
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Did I read between the lines or erase? |
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Did I, did I |
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Lend a hand to hold you down |
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Or just a hand to hold |
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Did I, did I |
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Pull the wool over your eyes |
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Or keep you from the cold |
