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Norah Jones - Young Blood |
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I'll pretend my heart's not on fire |
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If you steal my true love's name |
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Broke down subway in this city of spires |
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Tape your picture over his in the frame |
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We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers |
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Shotgun wedding in a strange SoHo |
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Our chambers hold silvery collars |
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Gun down werewolves wherever we go |
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We gun down werewolves wherever we go |
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Midnight phone calls in the back of a Mustang |
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Creased white pages torn right from the spine |
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Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang |
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You always hoped one day you'd be mine |
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Threw our fathers on funeral pyres |
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I'm not sure that we were playing a game |
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Busted gasket in a field full of liars |
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No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame |
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No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame |
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Young blood |
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Young bone |
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Old ghosts |
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Go home |
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Band of gold with a diamond implied |
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I made promises I'll always deny |
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Now we'll never know what the other meant |
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Watch is ticking like a heartbeat gone berserk |
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Lost the chance to wind the key |
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Roosters are nothing but clucking clockwork |
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Our fears are only what we tell them to be |
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Our fears are only what we tell them to be |
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Drown the last of our matches |
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Burn the rest of each other |
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You were strongest when I ached for breath |
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Through the thick of smoke we'll finally smother |
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Young blood |
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Young bone |
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Old ghosts |
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Go home |
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Young blood |
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Young bone |
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Old ghosts |
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Go home |
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Young blood |
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Young bone |
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Old ghosts |
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Go home |
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Young bone |
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Old ghosts |
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Go home |
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Go home |
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Young blood |
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Young bone |
