| The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
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| Stop me and steal my breath
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| And emeralds from mountains that thrust towards the sky
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| Never revealing their depth
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| And tell me that we belong together
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| Dress it up with the trappings of love
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| I’ll be captivated, I’ll hang from your lips
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| Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
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| I’ll be your cryin' shoulder
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| I’ll be love’s suicide
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| And I’ll be better when I’m older
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| I’ll be the greatest fan of your life
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| And rain falls angry on the tin roof
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| As we lie awake in my bed
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| And you’re my survival, you’re my living proof
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| My love is alive and not dead
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| And tell me that we belong together
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| Dress it up with the trappings of love
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| I’ll be captivated, I’ll hang from your lips
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| Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
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| And I’ll be your cryin' shoulder
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| I’ll be love’s suicide
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| I’ll be better when I’m older
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| I’ll be the greatest fan of your life
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| And I’ve dropped out, I’ve burned up, I’ve fought my way back from the dead
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| I Tuned in, I turned on, remembered the thing that you said
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| And I’ll be your cryin' shoulder
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| I’ll be love’s suicide
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| And I’ll be better when I’m older
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| I’ll be the greatest fan of your life
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| And I’ll be your cryin' shoulder
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| I’ll be love’s suicide
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| And I’ll be better when I’m older
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| I’ll be the greatest fan of your life
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| The greatest fan of your life |