| You came with your faith unshaken
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| Unabashed, oh my darling, you’re amazing
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| With your hands so cold and full of callouses
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| Your name was the only word that I hear
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| I’ll cut your hair short so I could see your ears
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| And I could know you hear my name, hear my name
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| You’ll be shorn and I’ll be sure
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| All I could pray for is that you’d please wait for
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| Me until I am a Master of Art
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| Until I have learned everything
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| Then I swear we can go away for just as long as you think that you could take me
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| You should know that I am often difficult
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| And we’ll move to where the weight
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| Won’t break our fingers when we wake up
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| And we’ll stay inside a shape
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| And we will never ever worry
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| Never ever worry, yeah. |
| Oh
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| Don’t tire of
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| Don’t tire of me yet
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| I could lie and say to you that this would soon be over
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| I could lie and say I knew, that I’d be waking up tomorrow
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| You came with your faith unshaken
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| Unabashed, oh my darling, you’re amazing
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| With your hands so cold and full of callouses
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| I could lie and say to you that this would soon be over
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| I could lie and say I knew, where we’d be waking up tomorrow
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| I could make a little shape for us to stay
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| Until we have to go away again
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| The wait is just a little longer |