| You’re scared of a world where you’re needed
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| So you never made nice with the locals
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| But you tied me up slow with your vine, stuck
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| It takes a few years, but they break bones
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| It takes a few months, but our bones heal
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| We’re stronger and tell all our school friends
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| And they sign our cast in the playground
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| Darling, the rest of my body
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| It’s yours, then
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| And I know you’re scared
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| Well, I’m scared too
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| Oh, that everytime I try to make lunch
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| For anyon else, in my head
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| I nd up dreaming of you
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| And you come to me
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| Good morning
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| Show me the place where he inserted the blade
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| I’ll praise the lord, burn my house
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| I get lost, I freak out
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| You come home and hold me tight
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| As if it never happened at all
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| Good morning
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| Show me the place where he inserted the blade
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| Good morning
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| Where’s your light?
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| Am I home?
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| I will hold to my chest
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| Where the wind can exist
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| And I will try
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| Not to keep you too long
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| We’ll promise these words won’t turn themselves into a song
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| So, clean your soup maker and breathe in
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| Your chicken, broccoli, and everything
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| The tug that’s between us
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| That long string
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| Concorde bound to
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| And my evening
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| The good hunter’s guide to a bad night
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| Darlin', I’ll spoil in myself
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| Thanks for leaving
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| Well, I tried just to stroke your dreams better
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| Darling, I can see that you’re not really sleeping
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| And I know
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| You’re tired
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| But I’m tired too
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| Oh, that everytime I try to make lunch
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| For anyone else, in my head
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| I end up dreaming of you
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| And you come to me
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| Good morning
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| Show me the place where he inserted the blade
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| I’ll praise the lord, burn my house
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| I get lost, I freak out
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| You come home, hold me tight
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| As if it never happened at all
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| Good morning
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| Show me the fifth of the cadence you want me to play
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| Good morning
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| Show me where to tie the other end of this chain |