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Under every tree |
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On top of every hill |
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You have found me there |
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Begging for a thrill |
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Drinking from the vine |
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Eating from the tree |
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You swore on your life |
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Would be the death of me |
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'cause all of my lovers are found in my billfold |
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They rest on my mantel |
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I can't get a handle on what satisfies to me |
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If you're the bread then fill me up |
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If you're the water fill my cup |
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'til lesser loves are washed out to sea |
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Why can't i see, oh, you're the only one who satisfies me |
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Well the news has spread |
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Men ain't meant for bread |
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But for every word |
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Coming from your head |
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But my head and heart |
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Are very different things |
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One tells me to run |
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And one tells me to cling |
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'cause all of my gods they have at signs and hash tags |
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But i'm raisin' my white flag |
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'cause i'm needin' what you have to give me |
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I've drank water |
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From sewers and gutters |
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Too shameful to utter |
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But you're not like the others |
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So, if you're the bread then fill me up |
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If you're the water fill my cup |
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'til lesser loves are washed out to sea |
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Why can't i see, you're the only one |
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You're the only one |
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Father, spirit, son |
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Who satisfies me |
