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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 fear, as long as you're not scared of coming here |
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And in the middle of the night, just call if you wanna talk |
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'Cause you know that I wanna talk too |
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It's not bad of you to 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 |
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And have to stay with me another night |
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And it is 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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'Cause we're far apart and my lonely heart |
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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 erase your memory |
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I like the way that our arguments 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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And it is 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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'Cause we're far apart and my lonely heart |
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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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So come on home, just come on home |
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Just come on home, just come on home... (repeat) |
