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And I bit down so hard |
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Just wanted it to end |
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And every thought I've got got's you in mind... |
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and, every time, it's you I can't find |
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I fell down in the yard, |
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let it hold me in |
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I felt the dirt begin to slip as I grinned |
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and let free of my grip |
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How could you take my only answers |
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and let them trail from the heel of both your boots? |
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Tumbling down this mountain in December, just knowing all days end up due |
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Through |
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Then I feel through the trees |
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rushing up just to greet me |
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For every limb to twist through the morning mist |
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I'm begging you: promise me a kiss |
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My mouth filled with blood |
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My collarbone caved in |
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With every rib that broke my spirits rose |
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I got closer and closer to home |
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How could you take my only answers |
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and let them trail from the heel of both your boots? |
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How could you take my only answers when I ask for is you? |
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How could you take my only answers |
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and let them trail from the heel of both your boots? |
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Tumbling down this mountain in December, just knowing all days end up due |
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Through |