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The leaves came with a turning twist |
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From leaves upon the floor |
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The heart skips with a crashing fall |
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Leave us always wanting more |
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The pulse picks up inside the dark |
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When the bells break in the woods |
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Our eyes so wide they give off light |
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You've never looked so good |
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Imperfect |
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That's the way we want it |
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Blood and sweat |
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Swinging from the birches |
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All the way |
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You look so brave, yes |
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Never pointless |
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Love it when you get it |
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May all these long long nights |
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show how truly far we have come |
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May all these dark dark tribes |
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bring us back to see the staying sun |
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Dead under your fingernails |
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Bruises on our thighs |
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Dresses ripped from wrestling |
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The sunlight in your eyes |
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Imperfect |
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That's the way we want it |
|
Blood and sweat |
|
Swinging from the birches |
|
All the way |
|
You look so brave, yes |
|
Never pointless |
|
Love it when you get it |
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May all our scars |
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Be signs of how truly far |
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We have come |
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May all these deaths from |
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Down the low |
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Come back to see the sun |
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Imperfect |
|
That's the way we want it |
|
Blood and sweat |
|
Swinging from the birches |
|
All the way |
|
You look so brave, yes |
|
Never pointless |
|
Love it when you get it |
|
Imperfect |
|
That's the way we want it |
|
Blood and sweat |
|
Swinging from the birches |
|
All the way |
|
You look so brave, yes |
|
Never pointless |
|
Love it when you get it |
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Imperfect |
