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if god takes you he leaves |
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a huge footprint of love |
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and kindness behind |
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which is where you once stood |
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and i know you're afraid |
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to get on the plane |
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after what happened that day |
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and selfishly i want you here in my way |
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but animals come |
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and animals go |
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but love is just a laundry line |
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we hang on until |
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we're dried out by the sun |
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and when you think your turn is done |
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you end up getting dirty |
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and it's all again begun |
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now words i think are just |
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a noisy dirty wind |
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makes the trouble we get in |
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so why do we speak |
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now we made another war |
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that's what men are good for |
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men with stupid insecurities |
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not a lot more |
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and satisfied they try |
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its written about again |
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but who the hell reads history? |
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apparently not men |
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cause nothing's guaranteed |
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except the politics of need |
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did the romans see the ship go down |
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or were they asleep? |
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i shouldn't expect to live |
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and i shouldn't expect to die |
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but i wouldnt mind being beside you, dear |
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on that laundry line to dry |
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and for my grandma and brother |
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my father and my mother |
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and you my sweetest lover |
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to you all i will say |
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merry christmas i love you |
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and god is above you |
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merry christmas i love you |
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and god is above you |
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merry christmas i love you |
