| My mind is a warrior, my heart is a foreigner
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| My eyes are the color of red like a sunset
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| I’ll never keep it bottled up and left to the hands of the coroner
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| Be a true heart, not a follower, we’re not done yet now
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| I see it in your movements tonight
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| If we should ever do this right
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| I’m never gonna let you down
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| Oh, I’ll never let you down
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| Now keep it on the down low
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| And I’ll keep you around, so I’ll know
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| That I’ll never let you down
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| I’ll never let you down
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| You’re strumming on my heart strings
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| Like you were a grade 8, but I’ve never felt this way
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| I’ll pick your feet up off of the ground
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| And never ever let you down
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| You’re strumming on my heart strings
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| Like you were a grade 8, but I’ve never felt this way
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| I’ll pick your feet up off of the ground
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| And never ever let you down, down
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| My eyes are a river filler
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| This drink is a liver killer
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| My chest is a pillow for your weary head to lay to rest against
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| Your body is my ballpoint pen
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| And your mind is my new best friend
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| Your eyes are my mirror to take me to the edge again
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| I see it in your movements tonight
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| If we should ever do this right
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| I’m never gonna let you down
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| Oh, I’ll never let you down
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| Now keep it on the down low
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| And I’ll keep you around, so I’ll know
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| That I’ll never let you down
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| I’ll never let you down
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| You’re strumming on my heart strings
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| Like you were a grade 8, but I’ve never felt this way
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| I’ll pick your feet up off of the ground
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| And never ever let you down
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| You’re strumming on my heart strings
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| Like you were a grade 8, but I’ve never felt this way
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| I’ll pick your feet up off of the ground
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| And never ever let you down
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| Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now
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| And I’ll never let you down
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| Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now
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| And I’ll never let you down
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| Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now
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| And I’ll never let you down
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| Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now
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| And I’ll never let you down
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| You’re strumming on my heart strings
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| Like you were a grade 8, but I’ve never felt this way
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| I’ll pick your feet up off of the ground
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| And never ever let you down
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| You’re strumming on my heart strings
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| Like you were a grade 8, but I’ve never felt this way
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| I’ll pick your feet up off of the ground
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| And never ever let you down |