| For he has stolen all
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| All of the good that you had
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| All the things you loved and was sure of
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| And I have given less,
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| Oh, oh, than you deserve
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| For I should rebuild this broken heart
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| And darling, when your feet are cold
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| Wait up, I’m coming home
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| And all of you, I will hold
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| My love will clothe your bones
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| Ooh ooh
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| My love will clothe your bones
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| Ooh ooh
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| My love will clothe your bones
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| A stranger to your shield, you had let the devil in
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| Basking in the depth of your surrender
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| The king of all you had, won’t let your fear go
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| But when you close your eyes, may you remember
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| And darling, when your feet are cold
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| Wait up, I’m coming home
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| And all of you, I will hold
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| My love will clothe your bones
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| Ooh ooh
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| My love will clothe your bones
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| Ooh ooh
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| My love will clothe your bones
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| And darling, when your feet are cold
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| Wait up, I’m coming home
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| And all of you, I will hold
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| My love will clothe your bones |