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Oh, my mistletoe called me up on the phone |
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Tried her best to explain to the hearts that she had known |
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That though they'd misbehaved, she'd known it all along |
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No need to feel ashamed, we didn't do nothing wrong |
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And she said, "I wanted you to knowI believe in the end out of love truth growsAnd if I'm to be alone, then I'll be aloneBut don't look at me like another lost soul" |
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Covers her hands with rings, twenty little semi-precious things |
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Each one for a heart she'd stole from her years out on the road |
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She talks with the knowledge that she paved her own rocky path |
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And that the past is past, ain't nothing you can do about that |
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And she said, "I wanted you to knowI believe in the end out of love truth growsAnd if I'm to be alone, then I'll be aloneBut don't look at me like another lost soulYou don't look at me like another lost soul" |
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And if all our time, if it turns out to be lies |
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I'll go back home to the people that knew me |
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Before I was old and grown |
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Oh, my mistletoe called me up on the phone |
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Tried her best to explain to the hearts that she had known |
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That though they'd misbehaved, she'd known it all along |
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No need to feel ashamed, we didn't do nothing wrong |
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And she said, "I wanted you to knowI believe in the end out of love truth growsAnd if I'm to be alone, then I'll be aloneBut don't look at me like another lost soul"' |
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Cause I believe in the end out of love truth grows |
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And if I'm to be alone, then |
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I'll be alone |
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But don't look at me like another lost soul |
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And if I'm to be alone, then |
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I'll be alone |
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But don't look at me like another lost soul |
