| I was tired of being drunk
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| My face cracked like a joke
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| So I swung through here like a brace of jackrabbits
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| With their necks all broke
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| I stumbled at the door with my boot
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| And I knocked against the jamb
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| And I scrabbled at your chest like a mute
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| With my fists of ham
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| Trying to tell you that I am
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| Telling you I can
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| I can love you again
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| Love you again
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| I’m squinting towards the East
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| My faith makes me a dope
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| But you can take my hand in the darkness, darling
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| Like a length of rope
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| I shaped up overnight, you know
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| The day after she died
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| When I saw my heart, and I tell you, darling
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| It was open wide
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| What with telling you I am
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| Telling you I can
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| I can love you again
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| Love you again
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| And it can have no bounds, you know
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| It can have no end
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| You can take my hand in the darkness, darling
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| When you need a friend
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| And it can change in shape or form
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| But never change in size
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| Well, the water, it runs deep, my darling
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| Where it don’t run wide
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| The feather of a hawk was bound
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| Bound around my neck
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| A poultice made of fig
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| The eager little vultures pecked
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| And the verse I read in jest
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| In Matthew spoke to me
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| Said, there’s a flame that moves like a low-down pest
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| That says, «you will be free»
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| Only tell me that I can
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| Tell me that I can
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| I can love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you again
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| Love you |