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Hey, hey, how's it going? |
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What you up to? |
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How you been? |
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I see you're shooting ducks down in a shooting pen again |
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Yeah, I could use the change, |
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I've scraped the wishing well |
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And I, I bought the excuse that someone's joy should be my hell |
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Thaw me out and warm my heart before |
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I get consumed |
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By the angry bits of broken dreams in my self-inflicted wounds |
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Love, it's in the bones |
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Love, it's in the blood |
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Love, it's in the skin |
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But you can't let it out if you don't let it in |
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Please excuse the way |
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I nickel and dime |
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It seems I spend my tender mercies all the time |
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Should I base my decisions on the feelings that |
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I feelOr base my feelings on decisions and pretend the feeling's real? |
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I'll wait for good times and peace to live and love |
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Pretty soon |
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I'll find my time's run out and my heart's turned to dust |
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Cause the world keeps turning whether you live or you die |
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You can go it alone or leave your footprints on some hearts and minds |
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And sometimes they tear and sometimes they bleed |
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And sometimes a heart-felt whipping is just the thing you need |
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Love, it's in the bones |
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Love, it's in the blood |
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Love, it's in the skin |
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But you can't let it out if you don't let it in |
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Love, it's in the bones |
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Love, it's in the blood |
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Love, it's in the skin |
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But you can't let it out if you don't let it in (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) |
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Oh, love, it's in the bones |
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Love, it's in the blood |
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Love, it's in the skin |
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But you can't let it out if you don't let it in |
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Love, it's in the bones |
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Love, it's in the blood |
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Love, it's in the skin |
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But you can't let it out if you don't let it in |
