| Well I cut open my palm and held it out to you
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| You did the same with your old army surplus blade
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| My blood’s never as warm as I expect it
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| You grabbed my hand adorned in wildflower warpaint
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| You made yellows out of marigolds
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| You made purple out of camellias
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| We charged headfirst into the woods with bows and arrows drawn
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| Crudely fashioned, sticks and rubber bands and spray paint
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| We swore ourselves protectors from all the evil in the world
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| You weren’t born my brother, but you’re gonna die that way
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| You ran alone (you ran alone)
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| In the falling snow
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| Barefoot down Whites Road
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| I watched your bruises grow (your bruises grow)
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| Strangely beautiful
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| Purple and yellow
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| You said «Don't
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| Don’t take me home
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| Don’t take me home
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| Don’t take me home»
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| Your father came in angry like a thunderstorm
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| Tossed you room from room and I watched color draining from your face
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| Fault lines started forming underneath all of your floorboards
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| We sat terrified waiting on an earthquake
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| I watched you put on a brave face
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| I wanted so badly to be brave
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| But you ran alone (you ran alone)
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| In the falling snow
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| Bare foot down Whites Road
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| I watched your bruises grow (your bruises grow)
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| Strangely beautiful
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| Purple and yellow
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| You said «Don't
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| Don’t take me home
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| Don’t take me home
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| Don’t take me home»
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| Kicked you out to teach you what a man is
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| But I don’t think I’ll ever know what that means
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| They’ll put a gun into your hand and call you weak until you’re violent
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| Don’t believe it
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| They’re hateful cause they’re empty
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| We’ve got a chance to break the cycle
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| We could be the heroes that we always said we’d be
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| «Don't take me home, don’t take me home, don’t take me
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| Don’t take me home, don’t take me home, don’t take me
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| Home, home
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| Don’t take me home, don’t take me home, don’t take me
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| Home, home
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| Don’t take me home, don’t take me home, don’t take me" |