| Did you spend most of your life waitin'
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| On a fairytale read between pages?
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| Did you huddle up close to your boombox radio
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| Somebody waiting on the same song?
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| And we sold our souls on the fantasies we found in records and black and white
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| movies
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| And I used to beg June to burn me alive, if that would get me anywhere but here
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| Now Etta James, hit that symphony
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| Cause she drips through my blood like a remedy
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| And for most of my sad life I figured I was gonna die alone
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| Cause I just burned in the curve of my scars
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| Twenty long years away from your heart
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| Til finally, finally, my love is in my arms
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| My love is in my arms
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| And it was impossible to hold on to anything
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| In my chest was a lonesome, growing cyclone
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| I kept pictures tucked up into the rear view above
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| To the sirens all lost in the ocean
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| And all we wanted was absolutely everything
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| Like foolish, hungry young lions
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| I was lost and alone, a million light years from home
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| It was nobody’s fault but mine
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| Now Etta James, hit that symphony
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| Cause she drips through my blood like a remedy
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| And for most of my sad life I figured I was gonna die alone
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| Cause I just burned in the curve of my scars
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| Twenty long years away from your heart
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| But finally, finally, my love is in my arms
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| My love is in my arms
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| And was there a hole in your life?
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| Did you kill to keep warm but somehow never quite satisfied?
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| Do you feel like it’s always time to go?
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| And it’s always wrong, and it’s always off, and it’s hard to know,
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| which heart to hold
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| Now do you lie to someone, is someone else, on your mind?
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| Do you lie to someone with me on your mind?
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| Now Etta James, hit that symphony
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| Cause she drips through my blood like a remedy
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| And for most of my sad life I figured I was gonna die alone
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| Cause I just burned in the curve of my scars
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| Twenty long years away from your heart
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| Til finally, finally, my love is in my arms
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| My love is in my arms
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| (Etta James, Etta James
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| Etta James, it’s been a long time coming…)
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| At last, at last…
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| I could’ve said my love was coming 'long |