| Unwrap your heart for me
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| 'Cause mint condition just means that you haven’t been living
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| Who taught you to be so safe anyways?
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| A scar is just a battle wound, it tells the tale of earlier days
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| Before cold feet, cold feet
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| Can’t tell you your heart won’t get broken, but
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| C’mon now — throw some caution to the wind
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| I’m throwing it to the wind
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| You could run away scared
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| Or look it straight in the eye
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| And tell it «I don’t want you coming here no more!»
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| Don’t wait for its reply
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| Tell me, what are you so afraid of?
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| Skinned knees and swaying trees?
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| The world outside? |
| Oh honey, honey, please
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| Don’t be getting cold feet, cold feet
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| Can’t tell you that your heart won’t get broken, but
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| C’mon now — throw some caution to the wind
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| I’m throwing it to the wind
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| I’m throwing it to the wind
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| I’m throwing it to the wind
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| You say «You don’t know what I’ve been through!»
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| Why don’t you tell me then, 'cause I’d really like to
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| Don’t keep your heart under lock and key
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| 'Cause if you do it won’t find its way to me
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| To me
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| I’m throwing it to the wind
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| I’m throwing it to the wind
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| I’m throwing it to the wind, oh
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| I’m throwing it to the wind |