| Tale was full of rocks and sand
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| And all you ever needed was a hand
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| I was drawn upon your hands
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| And holding on for strangeness just for friends
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| Grow x4
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| For more x4
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| And heads x4
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| Will roll x4
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| Are your heads on high?
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| You’re waitin' for a conversation
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| Are you gonna tow that line?
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| And, are you healin'? |
| x3
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| What you might believe before
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| And you might believe in when the tide runs, runs
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| All you are the best of friends
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| And all you offered at all with the sides run, round
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| I saw x4
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| I had x4
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| These times x4
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| I roll x2
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| And when you come back, I’ll come runnin'
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| With your hearts set high
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| It’s a marriage made for condescending
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| Are you gonna hold that line?
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| And, are you holdin', are you crimp?
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| I put all my heads on high
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| Waitin' for a conversation
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| Are you gonna tow that line?
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| And, are you healin', are you healin', are you feelin'
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| Hang them all x4
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| Need you, needed something
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| Hang them all x4
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| They need you, bleed for something
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| Hang them all x8 |