| Hold me down
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| 'Cause I’m about to fall by the seat of my pants
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| I can see the road through the crows
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| Picking all the flesh off the palms of hands
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| You could be the queen of my dreams
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| If you pull the leaves from the teeth of my rake
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| Would you just hold me down?
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| 'Cause I’m about to makeshift another mistake
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| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up
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| All this mess I’ve made
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| But I’m running out of steam
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| It’s not your love I want
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| But your breath is all I need
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| To tie this up
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| Sew me shut
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| 'Cause I’ve got a gash on the side of my lip
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| I’ll look like a king on his knees
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| At the wrong end of the governor’s whip
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| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up
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| All this mess I’ve made
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| But I’m running out of steam
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| It’s not your love I want
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| But your breath is all I need
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| If we can work this out
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| Then I’m leaving here alive
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| To tie this up
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| Take my pulse
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| There’s a slight knot and a swell in my glands
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| I can feel the cold in my throat
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| Working in ways not to disrupt my plans
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| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up
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| All this blood I’ve spilled
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| It’s you I’ve killed
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| This mess I’ve made
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| But I’m running out of steam
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| It’s not your love I want
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| But your breath is all I need
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| If we can work this out
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| Then I’m leaving here alive
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| I’ve got no hands and feet
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| And the colors from your eyes
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| Could tie this up
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| To tie this up |