| I want to know your plans, and how involved in them I am.
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| When you leave for good this fall, will I be forgiven?
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| And If you want roses, I’ll buy a bouquet.
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| If that just won’t cut it, what can I say?
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| You’re what keeps me believing this world’s not long dead.
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| Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
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| They pour out to paper, it’s all for you
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| 'Cause that’s what you do. |
| That’s what you do.
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| I want to know your fears, and if you’ll forget me next year
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| And when the jets go up and out, will our hearts stay here?
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| If you could forgive me (forgive me) for being so brash.
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| You could hit me or whip me, I’d savor each lash.
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| You’re what keeps me believing this world’s not long dead.
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| Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
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| They pour out to paper, it’s all for you
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| Cause that’s what you do
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| No more fighting.
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| It is only a waste of our time.
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| 'Cause soon we’ll be leaving,
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| will this strength still be mine?
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| I’ll look out for you till I die
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| Till I’m gone… yeah
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| I’ll remember you till I die (till I die)
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| Till I’m gone.
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| You’re what keeps me believing this world’s not long dead.
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| Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
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| They pour out to paper, it’s all for you
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| You’re what keeps me believing this world’s not long dead.
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| Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
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| They pour out to paper, it’s all for you
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| 'Cause that’s what you do. |
| That’s what you do |