| You’ve got me like a skeleton
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| Rustle my bones until they break
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| I can fear the way you told me that you found a new bed to shake
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| In three years, all you gave to me were fragile paper hands
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| (Oh I never got a hold on you
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| Oh I never got a hold on anyone)
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| Your tears were as dry _______ as summer’s desert sand
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| (Oh I never got a hold on you
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| I never got a hold on you)
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| You’ve got me like a skeleton
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| Rustle my bones until they break
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| I can fear the way you told me that you found a new bed to shake
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| I’ve got 200 miles till I’m back at your house
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| Another 300 miles home
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| And I’ve been wrecked since there you found me
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| A pile of skin and bones
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| In three years, all you gave to me were worries on my back
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| (Oh I never got a hold on you
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| Oh I never got a hold on anyone)
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| So sincere was your head lying on my pillowcase
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| (Oh I never got a hold on you, still never got a hold on…)
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| You’ve got me like a skeleton
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| Rustle my bones until they break
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| I can fear the way you told me that you found a new bed to shake
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| I’ve got 200 miles till I’m back at your house |
| Another 300 miles home
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| And I’ve been wrecked since there you found me
|
| A pile of skin and bones
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| Oh I never get a hold on you, still never got a hold on anyone
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| Oh, I never got a hold on you, still never got a hold on…
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| You’ve got me like a skeleton
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| Rustle my bones until they break
|
| I can fear the way you told me that you found a new bed to shake
|
| I’ve got 200 miles till I’m back at your house
|
| Another 300 miles home
|
| And I’ve been wrecked since there you found me
|
| A pile of skin and bones |