| Now I can see it all in almost everything
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| It’s kind of like you leave it there for me but I know you don’t
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| Or at least I don’t think you do
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| It’s a funny kind of ache
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| This is all you, and I am just a bruise on your knee
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| This is all you, and I am just a bruise fading
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| The skin on my fingers don’t stay very long
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| I rip it off with my teeth
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| The skin on your fingers don’t stay very long
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| Rip it off with your teeth and roll it with your tongue
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| «This is where the fire spread»
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| From your hands, from east to west
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| And I knew I was yours then
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| We walked off that burnt, black hill
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| And we came down from all the trees
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| I told you things I’d never tell
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| You told me «Tom, it’s time to leave» |