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The first time lightning hit me |
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Was the night I met your daddy |
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It flew down the dance tent pol |
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Threw me to the red dirt floor |
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And as I reached to him |
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For the very first time |
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Tiny fire flew from his hand to mine |
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Fixed me to the spot |
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Feu de grace |
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I want to tell you everything |
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I want to spare you everything |
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Littlewing |
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The second time it hit me |
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I was holding you |
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In the dead of night |
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In the dead of night it lit your eyes |
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It lit your eyes and stopped your cries |
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It stopped your cries and |
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Flowed through the bed |
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It flowed through the bed and |
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Fixed you to my breast |
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Fixed you to the spot |
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Feu de grace |
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So I gave you a name that sounds |
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Like far away |
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In hopes that you'll run |
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From this place someday |
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As soon as your feet |
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Can carry your weight |
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Run from your people |
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Littlewing fly |
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We pull the fire from the sky |
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I want to tell you everything |
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I want to spare you everything |
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Littlewing |
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I'd give up everyone |
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I'd give up every one of my days |
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To spare you one moment's pain |
