| When your heirloom’s wilted brown
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| When the devil’s pushing down
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| When your mourning has a sound
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| And you hesitate to laugh
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| How quickly will your joy pass?
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| How quickly will your joy pass?
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| And when you walk inside I feel the door
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| I’ll never let it push your arms no more
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| And when your legs give out, just lie right down
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| And I will kiss you till your breath is found
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| And when you walk inside I feel the door
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| I’ll never let it push your arms no more
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| La, la, la
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| La-la-la-la-la
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| La, la, la
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| La-la-la-la-la
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| So do you think I came to fight?
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| And do I always think I’m right?
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| Oh no, I never meant to be a pest to anyone this time
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| Oh no, I only meant to be a friend to everyone this time
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| And when you walk inside I feel the door
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| I’ll never let it push your arms no more
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| And when your legs give out, just lie right down
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| And I will kiss you till your breath is found
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| And when you walk inside I feel the door
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| I’ll never let it push your arms no more |