| I used to be an acrobat
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| Bent back and forth to please and all of that
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| And I don’t do that anymore
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| I will show you what these legs are for
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| And I’m living the country life
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| Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
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| Weep wind willow tree
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| Come over here and wrap your legs around me
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| 'Cause I’m not the bearer of bad news
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| I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
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| And like the wind winding through the tree
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| Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
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| Hold it now, you’re not the only one I love
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| Sing it loud, message sent from above
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| Hear it now, oh because
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| Oh I ran faster than the dark
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| Oh I ran harder from the start
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| Oh and here you are
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| Oh and here you are
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| I used to be an acrobat
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| Bent back and forth to please and all of that
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| And I don’t do that anymore
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| I will show you what these legs are for
|
| And I’m living the country life
|
| Just me and the moon in a love so dirty
|
| Weep wind willow tree
|
| Come over here and wrap your legs around me
|
| 'Cause I’m not the bearer of bad news
|
| I just felt the salt in all of these wounds
|
| And like the wind winding through the tree
|
| Oh a subtle aching moan, small death taken from me
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| Small death taken from me |