| Stole the papers from a dead man, and I whistled through the border*
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| And I waved with real heroes in a ticker tape parade
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| Smiled with all my teeth just like my godmother taught me
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| Swaddled in their praise, forgave myself how I behaved
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| And everything I did, I did for fear of working hard
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| And I made it look deliberate and brave
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| But someone else’s heart now means more to me than mine
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| And I swear to keep her safe till in my grave
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| To keep her safe till in my grave
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| And I swear to keep her safe till in my grave
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| Tie a woman to the track so you can then effect a rescue
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| I detest you, no I love you, can you see which way is up?
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| When they feel they understand you must abandon them
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| This modus operandum may distress you but will always fill your cup
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| And so it was until my love came holding up a mirror
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| And I saw a soul that angels wouldn’t save
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| She showed me how my blackened heart could beat for two
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| And how it does, I swear to keep her safe till in my grave
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| To keep her safe till in my grave
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| I swear to keep her safe till in my grave |