| I may have faltered in my life
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| But not with you, I couldn’t make this up
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| I’ve had trouble disengaging my heart
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| But I’ll bite the grenade pin out
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| You know I want you, you know I will fight
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| Down in the trenches, holding your hand tight
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| I will not make it out without with you
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| I’ll bite the bullet, I’ll fall right through you
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| Sweet, sweet baby of mine
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| You will be the one I call on for all time
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| Your weird mind, your bright eyes
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| I’ve wasted so much time
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| On all the things that don’t turn me on
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| So let’s fight on
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| You know I want you, you know I will fight
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| Down in the trenches, holding your hand tight
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| I will not make it out without with you
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| I’ll bite the bullet, I’ll fall right through you
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| And as the dust falls down, I usually give up so easily
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| I let my head hang down before I even see
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| A truth that’s plain as day staring back at me
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| I’m a defeatist but I don’t have to be
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| I usually give up so easily
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| I let my head hang down before I even see
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| A truth that’s plain as day staring back at me
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| I’m a defeatist but I don’t have to be |