| Love is like the end of a rooftop
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| You seem to know to walk until you fall off
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| Oh, I didn’t really want it anyway
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| I didn’t really fall, you were just in my way
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| I’m careful what I wish for
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| And my intuition says no
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| You were just like mud in my way
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| You wanted me to form you just like red clay
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| But I know what to throw away
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| And what to keep my hands on
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| My hands on 'cause you were oh like red clay
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| Ooh, red clay
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| Don’t get it twisted, baby
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| Never existed, baby
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| No need to stress for a thing
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| I don’t want any ring
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| For God’s sake, by all means you do your thing
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| I’m doing mine and I’m doing just fine
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| Oh, you were just like mud in my way
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| You wanted me to form you just like red clay
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| But I know what to throw away
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| And what to keep my hands on
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| My hands on 'cause you were oh like red clay
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| Give it all to me, I know
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| That it’s time to be free, oh |