| You give us bread, you keep us warm
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| What I do for you in turn
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| I leave you with this memory stained
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| Between the sheets, under the rain
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| Your face is pale, your lips are red
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| Your eyes are dark, you might be dead
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| But I will hold you even then
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| Until you breathe and I am fed
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| Jodi, my dear
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| I’m sorry but I must disappear
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| I leave you with a song and a tear
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| Just please don’t wash away
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| This is my crutch
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| You had me at the face and the touch
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| But I can only give you so much
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| Before it goes away
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| You could be my end
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| You could be my end
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| We can do this on our own
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| We can do this on our own
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| We can do this on our own
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| We can do this on our own
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| But you’re still telling me
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| What I want, what I need
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| Till I can’t even be
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| Here on my own
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| And in the dark and on the floor
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| The bottle caps, well they just pour
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| And you can tell I want you more
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| Beyond the few, beyond the storm
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| But this won’t stay, yeah I confess
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| That I am not what you have guessed
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| I’m just a whore and nothing less
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| And I won’t stop until I rest
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| Roll into town with thunder
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| On our backs, heads are proud
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| We wander through your gates and your crowd
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| To ponder what we’ll take
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| And though you are far
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| I keep you in a place in my heart
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| And never let the beast tear apart
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| What happened there in May
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| You could be my end
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| You could be my end
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| We can do this on our own
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| We can do this on our own
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| We can do this on our own
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| We can do this on our own
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| But you’re still telling me
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| What I want, what I need
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| Till I can’t even be
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| Here on my own |