| When you’re only fifteen
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| How can you know what hurt means?
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| When I saw that look in your eyes, ran out into the cold night
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| Stole a car just to sleep inside
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| I realize when you’re fifteen
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| You surely know what love means
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| And when that gets taken aside and replaced with nothing but fighting
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| You’ll know what hurt means alright
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| I did not know where to go
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| And then you showed up like a rainbow
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| But I got much more than a pot of gold
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| I got a mate for my soul, babe
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| A mate for my soul
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| We were only fifteen
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| Trying to work out what it means
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| To want someone by your side for the rest of your life
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| And yet not over butterflies
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| Before I met you at fifteen
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| Back in nineteen-sixty
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| I was always on the run, unsure of what to run from
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| Or where I’d be when morning would come
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| I did not know where to go
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| Then you showed up like a rainbow
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| But you brought me much more than a pot of gold
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| I got a mate for my soul
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| A mate for my soul
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| A mate for my soul
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| Baby, you were made for my soul |