| I’m shyer than your share of men
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| I’d be honored to be one of them
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| You’re a fool for the wounded
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| I’m a man in need of bandages
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| So, wrap me up and take me home
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| Your lover’s up doing God only knows.. . |
| who. |
| ..
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| But, baby, I’m making one man’s bed as another man’s gurney
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| You’ve been learning to fight
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| The man by your side has toughened your skin
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| You should learn to forget
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| Your first lesson’s tonight
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| So, what was that son of a bitch’s name again?
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| So, the footprints of time have tread lines on your face
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| Is your life half done or only half begun?
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| Because baby, I could be born again
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| One man’s bed is another man’s resurrection
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| You’ve been learning too much
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| The more that you know is the less that you trust
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| You should learn to let go
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| The less you hold on to is the more we can (oh, lalalala) forget about the man
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| (Lalala) Don’t second guess, just take my hand
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| The night, it is young
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| So why aren’t you remembering you have your share of men? |