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(john fiddler/morgan fisher/overend watts) |
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Think of the love that I gave you |
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When you're living all alone |
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I don't know how to behave with you |
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Wish you'd bury my love like a bone |
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And baby we can dig it out |
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And baby we can dig it in |
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But if you leave me lying here |
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You'll be guilty of a sin |
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Remember the days that we spent |
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Trying out a little tenderness |
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Now who's the lucky guy |
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With your hands on him and his on your dress |
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Remember the time that we spent |
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Alone in our room? |
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Did we create a harmony |
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Or just an image of this fool? |
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'n mama |
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My life's in your hands |
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My life's in your hands |
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My life's in your hands |
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Now here's a big empty man |
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He's alive but his head's in his hands |
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And just like the sands of time |
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You can feel him going down |
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Just can't escape his reason and rhyme |
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So don't you think you won the game |
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His memory lives in you just the same |
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And I know you're thinking o' him |
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And you are guilty of the sin |
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'n mama |
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My life's in your hands |
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My life's in your hands |
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My life's in your hands |
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My life's in your hands |
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Babe, my life's in your hands |
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Look at me, your life's in my hands |
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Look at you, my life's in your hands |
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Hey, yeahhh |
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'n mama |
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My life's in your hands |
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My life's in your hands |
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Hey, my life's in your hands |
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Ooh, my life's in your hands |
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I believe these changing days |
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Have burned my love in fiery flames |