| This old town runs off booze and pills and birth control and nobody says a thing
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| We tune in and tune out our conversations with the TV screen
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| Hanging off of the end of a rope coming loose
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| I need to get back to my roots
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| To the truth
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| To the way it feels when I hold you
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| I need that down south
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| That soul sound
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| You spinning like a record
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| I need your hand in my hand
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| That eye to eye reflection
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| Both fights the mad the good the bad
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| The way love hurts and heals
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| I need real
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| Yes I need real, oh
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| I need your warm skin on my cold heart on a lonely night
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| Just lay it all on the line
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| Let it pour out and flood me til that dam breaks
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| Til there’s nothing left inside you
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| What you love
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| What you hate
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| I’ll take the real
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| Leave the fake
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| I want the sinner and the saint
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| Give me that down south
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| That soul sound
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| You spinning like a record
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| I need your hand in my hand
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| That eye to eye reflection
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| Both the fights the mad the good the bad
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| The way love hurts and heals
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| I need real, oh
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| I need real, yeah yeah
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| Give me that down south
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| That soul sound
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| You spinning like a record
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| Like a record baby
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| I need your hand in my hand
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| That eye to eye reflection
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| Both fights the mad the good the bad
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| The way love hurts and heals
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| I need real, oh
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| Give me that real
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| I need real, oh
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| Give me that real
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| Baby… bbbbbow
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| Come on baby
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| I need
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| Baby woe
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| Yeah
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| I say yeah
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| Come on baby |