| Oh God they got you gun shy
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| You know your skin’s as cold as ice
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| Your eyes are double filtered babe
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| You’re so afraid to be nice
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| There’s no way you’re ready
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| To let your defenses down
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| Though I won’t come on heavy
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| There is a lesson that I’ve found
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| If you try to look
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| But you don’t touch
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| Then you won’t touch
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| But you’ll never feel
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| And if you don’t feel
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| You’ll never cry
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| And if you don’t cry
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| Then you’ll never heal
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| There are lessons to life
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| That the lovers got to learn
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| There are corners out there
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| You know they’re waitin' somewhere
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| And you’ve got to be prepared to turn
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| There are callouses that come
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| That the lovers got to earn
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| In the years of your youth
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| You can’t be fire proof
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| You know you’ve got to get burned
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| Can’t you feel excitement
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| Feel it welling up inside
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| What makes you think emotion
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| Is something that you hide
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| Yes I might take advantage
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| But I’ll be gentle if I do
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| And I’ll be here in the morning
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| Still lookin' at you |