| You are like broken ribs, you are scratched up skin
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| You sleep softly tonight, don’t know the pain I’m in
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| You are a starry ache, can’t decide if you’re cruel
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| But it’s better to be burnt by the sun than to be chased by wolves
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| I will skip to you slick with love til you’ve had enough
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| Stroll in my patchwork skin til the love I’m in rests inside you too
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| Don’t make me blue, blue, blue
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| Don’t make me blue, blue, blue
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| Drunk on the evening sun, sleeping in the blue
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| Angels break bread then they run, I could fall right through
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| I can feel you running through my veins, and my soul goes cold
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| I fall harder when you say my name, moontime never gets old
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| I will skip to you slick with love til you’ve had enough
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| Stroll in my patchwork skin til the love I’m in rests inside you too
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| Don’t make me blue, blue, blue
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| Don’t make me blue, blue, blue |