| We’ve wanted to be trusty and true
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| But feathers fell from our wings
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| And we’ve wanted to be worthy of you
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| But weather rained on our dreams
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| And we can’t take back
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| What is done, what is past
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| So fellas, lay down your fears
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| 'Cause we can’t take back
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| What is done, what is past
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| So let us start from here…
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| 'Cause we never wanted to be lusty or lewd
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| Nor tethered to prudish strings
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| And we never wanted to be jealously tuned
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| Nor withered into ugly things
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| But we can’t take back
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| What is done, what is past
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| So fellas, lay down your spears
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| 'Cause we can’t take back
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| What is done, what is past
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| So let us start from here…
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| And if all that you are
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| Is not all you desire,
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| Then, come…
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| Come, let yourself be wrong
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| Come, it’s already begun
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| Come, come alone
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| Come with fear, come with love
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| Come however you are
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| Just come, come alone
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| Come with friends, come with foes
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| Come however you are
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| Just come, come alone
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| Come with me, then let go
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| Come however you are
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| Just come, come alone
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| Come so carefully closed
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| Come however you are
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| Just come…
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| Come, come along
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| Come with sorrows and songs
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| Come however you are
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| Just come, come along
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| Come, let yourself be wrong
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| Come however you are
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| Just come… |