| I’m gonna start this song on a dark low
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| Out of respect for the story that it tells
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| It all begins with the prick of a finger
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| A man and his fear, with nose before ear
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| So many ways to love him
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| So little time to choose among them
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| I’ll stick with the ones whose hearts are torn
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| Broken, that’s why the blues were born
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| A man and his life and his race to the finish
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| And the moments infused with dread
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| All in the service of tryin' to diminish
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| Disappointments that lay in ambush
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| Upon the path ahead
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| I’m not tryin' to stitch this heart to that sleeve
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| It’s simply a case of mutual need
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| A grief more dance than hearts can bear
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| That’s the way it goes, with nose before ear
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| This is the story of the land-locked sailor
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| Who cried himself to sea
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| This is the tale of the sleeping princess
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| Who found her way back to me
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| What we love will kill us
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| That which won’t don’t thrill us
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| I’m gonna tell you a story about the ones that I love
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| And a life lived, nose before ear |