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Looking for something the lord would make, |
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Meters of sleep--buried under the neck |
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Bereave animal dreams, instinct to keep you |
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Instance to bleed you |
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Instinct |
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Saturday folds, by the time i put my wishing words away |
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The sound of an old door laughing |
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Creaks to signal |
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Your wishing words were saved |
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The heart grows old |
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The heart grows old with you |
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No one in this world could hope to take your place |
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The heart grows old |
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The heart grows old and rues |
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The end of our days |
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The heart grows old with you |
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And it breaks my mind in two |
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Because i know--and you know |
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That it was never meant to be |
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Baby i was just too young |
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To appreciate all of your seams |
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Now i'm cutting myself |
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Watching you cutting yourself |
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Bleeding myself |
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The heart grows old |
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The heard grows old and rues |
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The end of our days, the heart grows old with you |
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The heart grows old |
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The heart grows old and croons |
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Into the blue--the heart grows old with you |
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Save me, save me from loving you always |
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Save me, save me from loving you always |
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Save me, save me from loving you always |
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Save me, save me from loving you always |
