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I met a man who knew what love was from the start. |
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He told me, ?Try to live this way.? |
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He told me, ?There?s thieves |
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who try to take more than their hands can hold. |
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If you pretend you?ve got it all, you?re wrong.? |
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We take in the cold, just to make it on our own. |
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Like our mother?s warmth. Mother?s warmth. |
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We have bones that can bruise! |
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And surely the skin that can prove? |
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I met a thief who had an addiction with his hands. |
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He told me, ?Never live this way.? |
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He told me, ? |
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We know how to set these hills on fire with both our hands tied |
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behind our backs. |
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Our hands are tied behind our backs.? |
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We take in the cold, just to make it on our own. |
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Like our mother?s warmth. Mother?s warmth. |
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We have bones that can bruise! |
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And surely the skin that can prove? |
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That we are all alike. That we are all alike. |
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We take in the cold, just to make it on our own. |
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We have bones that can bruise! |
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And surely the skin that can prove? |
