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It's okay to have scars, they will make you who you are. |
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It's okay to have a few, as long as you're not scared of coming here. |
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And in the middle of the night, call if you want to talk, |
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'cus you know, that I want to talk too. |
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And it's not bad if you too think of what might go wrong, |
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but you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I'll prove you wrong. |
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It's okay, that I pray, that you will miss your flight, and have to stay with me another night. |
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(chorus) |
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And it's brutal, it's brutal, why can't you see? |
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It's brutal, it's brutal, where have you been? |
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'Cus we're far apart and my lonely heart finds it hard to get through the night. |
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You pull me out of the dark and now it's light. |
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You pull me out of the dark and now it's light. |
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When we're out in the market, and out on the streets, |
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I've got a pocket full of problems and a pocket full of seeds. |
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Hoping something good might grow out of this mistletoe, |
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and I won't have to remain to memory. |
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I like the way that our arguements stop when we fall asleep, |
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and the way that your body feels when it's wrapped around me, |
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and I'd like it, if you made it to mine by Christmas Eve |
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so you can hold me. |
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And we'll watch Christmas TV. |
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(chorus) |
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So come on home, |
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just come on home. |
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Just come on home, |
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just come on home. |
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(until end) |
