| So you’ve loved me now for half a year
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| Despite the distance and the fear
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| Of falling sky and a gathering storm
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| That’ll blow me back where I came from
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| Well, that ain’t the way I see you, baby
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| I know you’re not that kind of girl
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| When you die, I will come looking for you
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| I wouldn’t miss it for the world
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| An opportunist waiting for a chance
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| To fuck you over, leave you flat
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| Take off your dress and go straight to the press
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| To make time on the evening news
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| Is that the way you see me, baby?
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| I know you’re not that kind of girl
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| When you die, I will come looking for you
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| I wouldn’t miss it for the world
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| Well, that murderer who shares your cell
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| Well, his sentence don’t have to be yours as well
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| 'Cause when you sleep, you count the stars
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| He’s making enemies across the bars
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| And that ain’t the way I see you, baby
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| I know you’re not that kind of girl
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| When you die, I will come looking for you
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| I wouldn’t miss it for the world |