| We were out painting roses red without accomplishment
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| When a thorn caught the thread of my skin
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| And it unravelled like binding from a bible
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| Only to discover my flesh failed at survival
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| Well I don’t know about you
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| But when I am alone my body feels dysfunctional
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| It’s true
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| Do you
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| Do you think I’m a fool?
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| I came home again to an empty bed
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| And all the sheets were thrown and on the floor
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| Like a crazy man had got 'em, took out all his problems
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| Only to discover he’s right back where he started
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| Well I don’t know about you
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| But when I am alone my body feels dysfunctional
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| It’s true
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| Do you
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| Do you think I’m a fool?
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| I tell myself I’m not one, I am only human
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| Right, then why don’t I feel whole?
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| Cuz if home is where the heart is then I feel pretty stupid
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| My heart lies in your bones
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| Do you think that I’m dumb?
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| Cuz I call it love, love
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| I call it love
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| Well I don’t know about you
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| But when I am alone my body feels dysfunctional
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| It’s true
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| You need a heart to move
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| And my heart, it belongs to you
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| I tell myself I’m not a person who would need some one
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| Then why do I feel alone?
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| Cuz if home is where the heart is then I feel pretty stupid
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| You were meant for me all along
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| Do you think that I’m dumb?
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| Cuz I call it love, love
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| I call it love |