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I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am |
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When you leave for good this fall, will I be forgiven? |
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And if you want roses, I'll buy a bouquet |
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If that just won't cut it, what can I say? |
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You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead |
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Strength in my bones and the words in my head |
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They pour out to paper, it's all for you |
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'Cause that's what you do, that's what you do |
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I want to know your fears and if you'll forget me next year |
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And when the jets go up and out, will our hearts stay here? |
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If you could forgive me for being so brash |
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(Forgive me) |
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You could hit me or whip me, I'd savor each lash |
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You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead |
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Strength in my bones and the words in my head |
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They pour out to paper, it's all for you |
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'Cause that's what you do |
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No more fighting |
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It is only a waste of our time |
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'Cause soon we'll be leaving |
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Will this strength still be mine? |
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I'll look out for you till I die |
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Till I'm gone, yeah |
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I'll remember you till I die |
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(Till I die) |
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Till I'm gone |
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You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead |
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Strength in my bones and the words in my head |
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They pour out to paper, it's all for you |
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You're what keeps me believing this world's not long dead |
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Strength in my bones and the words in my head |
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They pour out to paper, it's all for you |
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'Cause that's what you do, that's what you do |
