| Was I born a stone, heavy to hold
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| And cold in the hands that you left me to warm in the sun
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| Was I born alone, or have I recently
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| Developed a propensity to push people away?
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| Am I okay with that?
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| Take it any way you want to
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| She lit a fire in your head, standing with a flower in her hair
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| And alcohol plus information often makes it, complicated
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| So you’ll hate me, make love
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| Lately I’ve spent my days in daydreams waking you, me
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| Saving every heartbeat, word, line that you ever gave to me
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| Cause fair is a weather condition
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| If you’re cold, go inside, if you’re tired
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| Go to sleep, if you’re weak, come to me
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| And find shameful company
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| If you’re cold, go inside, if you’re tired
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| Go to sleep, if you’re weak, come to me
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| And find shameful company
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| We were young, dumb, taking our chance
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| And making romance and breaking our promises
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| Trying to be and failing miserably, but am I too late
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| Or hearts to your spades? |
| If I don’t suit you
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| Then what do you want from me?
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| So we’re not written in the stars but I’m okay with that
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| I’m okay with anything
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| Take it any way you want to, she lit a fire in your head
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| Standing with a flower in her hair, and alcohol
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| Plus information often makes it complicated
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| So you’ll hate me, make love
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| Lately I’ve spent my days in daydreams waking you, me
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| Saving every heartbeat, word, line
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| That you ever gave to me, cause fair is a weather condition
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| If you’re cold, go inside, if you’re tired, go to sleep
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| If you’re weak, come to me, and find shameful company
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| If you’re cold, go inside, if you’re tired, go to sleep
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| If you’re weak, come to me, and find shameful company |