| My dress is torn, you have a black eye
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| you got from a giving kind
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| but your coat is big and I am warm
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| I’ll ask if I can walk you home
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| grey like the gravel under our shoes
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| the sky doesn’t clarify
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| simple is something of a mystery
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| no longer making sense to me
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| got a gun and an eagles eye
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| but would like somewhere safe to hide
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| you’ve a reason and so have I, it’s true
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| I’m gonna rescue you
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| so you can rescue me too
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| make it a rendezvous
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| I got my best dress on
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| and you’ve a smile and a bruise
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| so come and rescue me,
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| and me you
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| I am the heat in an empty room
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| the cold coming through the walls
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| your sofas' old, but I am new
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| and there is better on the brew
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| my breath is soft, your hands are unlocked
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| un-manned and un-vertical
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| I feel strings without the black n blues
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| a weekend in a weekdays shoes
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| got a gun and an eagles eye
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| but would like somewhere safe to hide
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| you’ve a reason and so have I, it’s true
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| I’m gonna rescue you
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| so you can rescue me too
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| make it a rendezvous
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| I got my best dress on
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| and you’ve a smile and a bruise
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| so come and rescue me
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| and me you |