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You give us bread, you keep us warm |
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What I do for you in turn |
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I leave you with this memory stained |
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Between the sheets, under the rain |
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Your face is pale, your lips are red |
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Your eyes are dark, you might be dead |
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But I will hold you even then |
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Until you breathe and |
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I am fed Jodi, my dear, |
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I'm sorry but |
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I must disappear |
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I leave you with a song and a tear |
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Just please don't wash away |
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This is my crutch, you had me at the face and the touch |
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But I can only give you so much |
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Before it goes away |
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You could be my end |
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You could be my end |
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We can do this on our own |
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But you're still telling me |
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What I want, what |
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I need 'til |
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I can't even be |
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Here on my own |
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And in the dark and on the floor |
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The bottle caps, well they just pour |
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And you can tell |
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I want you more |
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Beyond the few, beyond the storm |
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But this won't stay, yeah |
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I confess |
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That I am not what you have guessed |
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I'm just a whore and nothing less |
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And I won't stop until |
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I rest Roll into town with thunder on our backs, heads are proud |
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We wander through your gates and your crowd |
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To ponder what we'll take |
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And though you are far, |
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I keep you in a place in my heart |
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And never let the beast tear apart |
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What happened there in |
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May You could be my end |
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You could be my end |
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We can do this on our own |
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But you're still telling me |
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What I want, what |
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I need 'til |
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I can't even be |
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Here on my own |
