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Send me a note that |
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I might know |
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With all my aching heart |
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Send me the dirt that |
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I might hold |
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So that I know where to start |
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And send me alive for |
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I am not rich |
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Send me alive for |
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I am not rich |
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Before my aching heart |
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Before my aching heart |
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And send me a hope so |
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I might hold' |
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Cause all my body aches |
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Send me the earth so |
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I might put |
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This letter up on a stake |
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Send me a hope that |
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I might not wretch |
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Send me a hope that |
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I might not wretch |
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Before my aching heart |
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Before my aching heart' |
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Cause the worst, can you not see? |
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That nothing else matters' |
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Cause you are my body |
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And you are my arms |
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So come on, girl |
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You know you're not dead |
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You know you're my heart |
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You know you're not open wide |
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And sing out the note so |
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I can hear |
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Just like when we're alone |
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Sing out the notes so they can burn |
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A pattern across the soul |
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Sing me the note so that |
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I can burn |
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Sing me the note so that |
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I can burn |
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Before my aching heart |
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Before my aching heart' |
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Cause the worst, can you not see? |
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That nothing else matters' |
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Cause you are my body |
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And you are my arms |
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So come on, girl |
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You know you're not dead |
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You know you're my heart |
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You know you're not open wide |
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So bury me in weird dreams of love |
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Well, you are my home |
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Bury me and dreams of growing old |
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With you in my arms |
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So bury me, oh bury me |
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Send me a note that |
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I might know |
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With all my aching heart |
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Send me the dirt that |
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I might hold |
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So that I know where to start |
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Send me alive for |
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I am not rich |
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Send me alive for |
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I am not rich |
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And you're my aching heart |
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And you're my aching heart now |
