| There’s no kiss, no kiss I’d trade for you
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| There’s no kiss, no disciple I wouldn’t betray for you
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| You’re the beautiful one
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| Of course you knew
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| And the wind, it blew smoke circles around your eyes
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| I can’t teach you
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| I can’t tell you
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| I can’t know you
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| But I want to
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| I can’t sense you
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| I can’t move you
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| I can’t kill you
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| I can’t stop you
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| There’s no tailor making a four hundred dollar disguise (not this time)
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| Just an unhappy wind blowin' smoke in your eyes
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| There’s no trust big enough for this room
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| And you know the certainty will be your doom
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| You’re the beautiful one
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| You can take that home at night
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| Turn your body to the sun
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| And soak up what you can this life, (this life), this life
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| There’s no backspace
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| There’s no comma
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| There’s no hyphen
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| There’s no ribbon
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| There’s no tab skips to the place where it writes out:
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| «All is forgiven»
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| There’s no accusation that comes as a big surprise (not this time)
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| Just an unhappy tire throwin' dirt in my eyes
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| Funny how you can cure yourself
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| But what made you sick’s still there
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| Funny how you can detach yourself when you wanna show you care
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| (Overlapping vocal parts for the next few lines)
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| You’re the beautiful one
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| You’re the beautiful one
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| You’re the one
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| You’re the one
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| You’re the one
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| You’re the one
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| You’re so far gone a distant planet is picking up your goodbyes on TV
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| What’s so beautiful about you is you didn’t have to explain it to me |