| Would you still want me
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| If you’d known just where’d I’d been last night?
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| Would you still hold me
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| If I hung you out to dry at times?
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| Well you don’t have to be like me
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| Oh, Angelina
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| Comfort in the way you move
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| Oh, Angelina
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| Confident in the way you move
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| Child like me
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| Lost like youth
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| Would you still want me
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| Should the thaw begin to settle and tame?
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| Should you still need me
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| If my pages start to read the same?
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| Cause you don’t have to be like me
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| Oh, Angelina
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| Confident the way you move
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| Oh, Angelina
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| Crawling back ain’t the things you do
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| Saving your love for another one
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| Who’s gonna cut you down
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| Saving your trust for another one
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| Who’s gonna cut you down
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| Well you’re a hangman swingin' lungs, giving in
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| And you don’t see a friend in town
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| It’s promotions, added truths
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| And the notions, maybe I can see this right through
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| See in me, see it in you
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| And well it’s gonna cut us down
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| Well I’m-a coming right by
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| With a knife in my hand
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| And I’m just about in your town
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| I’ll be seeing me, seeing you
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| Seeing me, see you right down
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| Child like me
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| Lost like youth
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| Child like me
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| Lost like you |