| I could write the book of you
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| And illustrate the pages
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| You shouldn’t read it
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| I’m the one that you put down,
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| It was written in a hurry,
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| Slipped through your fingers.
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| I do everything I should
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| Still got to learn,
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| How to be good.
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| You got two strong arms I see,
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| Can’t you bring them around
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| Wrap them around me?
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| I lay my storms down at your feet
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| Maybe you’ll build a shelter,
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| Maybe do my heart work for me.
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| Oh, I kick and scream,
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| But the job is mine,
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| So I’ll stay by the ocean
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| You got your own hills to climb.
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| I do everything I should
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| Still got to learn,
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| How to be good.
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| You got two strong arms I see,
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| Can’t you bring them around
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| Wrap them around me?
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| And I know that I am full of holes
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| Still they let me, see on through to the other side.
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| And the southern cross has got you in her sights.
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| I do everything I should
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| Still got to learn,
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| How to be good.
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| You got two strong arms I see,
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| Can’t you bring them around
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| Wrap them around me?
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| Gotta wrap 'em around
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| Gotta wrap 'em around
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| Gotta wrap 'em around me…
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| I do everything I should
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| Still got to learn,
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| How to be good.
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| You got two strong arms I see,
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| Can’t you bring them around
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| Wrap them around me |