| I came into the cold
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| There was tired oak hanging
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| From the branches
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| Were the lies you sold
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| For a heart worth gold
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| Make a wish to bare
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| Leave the dead feelings beside the clothes
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| Were you got your soul
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| It’s enough to find love
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| It’s enough to change
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| When your heart grows old
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| And your mind’s gone cold
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| You’ve been giving it up
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| It’s the same old story
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| Got you tied in bed
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| Over the lies you sold
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| So your eyes still roam
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| You’ve been giving it up
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| It’s the same old story
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| I stepped out on the road
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| There were handsome faces
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| And behind their feels
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| There were the lies you sold
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| For a heart worth gold
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| Make a wish to bear
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| Leave the dead feelings beside the clothes
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| Were you got your soul
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| It’s enough to find love
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| It’s enough to change
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| When your heart grows old
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| And your mind gone cold
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| You’ve been given it up
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| It’s the same old story
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| Got you tied in bed
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| Over the lies you sold
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| Your eyes till roam
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| But you’ve given it up
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| It’s the same old story
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| So they came and they went
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| And they got what they could from nothing
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| I would only try to fight again
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| And they go with the wish
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| That I could be changed to something
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| But I would only try to fight again
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| So they came and went
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| And they got what they could from nothing
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| But I would only try to fight for something
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| I would only try to fight again
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| I would always fight for something
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| I would always fight again
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| I came into the cold
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| There was tired oak hanging
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| From the branches
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| Were the lies you sold
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| For a heart worth gold |