| I could make you want me With one hand tied behind my back.
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| I could tear the stars down in mid-June,
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| Wrap them up for you in a paper bag.
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| When things go wrong,
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| I’ll throw you a key.
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| When it gets hard to breathe,
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| Come see me on my side of the street.
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| I thought I saw you on Tuesday, ah well,
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| I think I see you all the time.
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| After all we’ve been through,
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| I can’t believe we’re still alive.
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| When the world locks you out,
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| I’ll throw you a key.
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| This time you want to kill.
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| We’ll make time stand still on my side of the street.
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| We all walk through life
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| Leaving one set of tracks
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| With one hand
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| Tied behind our backs.
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| I could make you want me With one hand tied behind my back.
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| I could tear the stars down in mid-June,
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| Wrap them up for you in a paper bag.
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| When your friends do you wrong,
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| I’ll throw you a key.
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| When it gets hard to breathe,
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| Come see me on my side of the street. |