| I’d be a stencil of a man
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| I’d taste the sting of violent hands
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| If it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for you
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| I’m sorry for calling your love «sickness»
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| I needed your strength but mocked your thickness
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| But I owe so much to you, owe so much to you
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| Whatever makes you cold freezes me
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| Even when we grow old you’ll speak to me
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| Whatever makes you cold freezes me, freezes me, freezes me
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| He straddles the equator, not the fence
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| Taught us to break our wrists, not our promises
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| Not our promises, he always keeps his promises
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| Because of him lesser men have set their father’s homes ablaze
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| And as the smoke billowed all those men became
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| The boys they never got to be, never got to be
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| Whatever makes you cold freezes me
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| Even when we grow old you’ll speak to me
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| Whatever makes you cold freezes me, freezes me, freezes me
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| Oh, I’m committed to you |