| I don’t wanna see you coming
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| I don’t wanna see you go
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| I just wanna see you blowing
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| Coming in through November snow and
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| Gotta mix some sense in loving
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| Looking up for what’s below
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| Gotta hear the train that coming
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| Gotta hear the whistle blow
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| Like ooh, ooh
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| I don’t have a broken heart
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| Ooh, ooh
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| I don’t have a broken heart
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| I’ve heard the curse is broken
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| From the taste of true love’s lips
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| There is more to me than potion
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| Like a poison running thick and
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| Nothing ever was a story
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| Only guaranteed to end
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| And the more I push the more he
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| Push back and we start again
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| Like ooh, ooh
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| I don’t have a broken heart
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| Ooh, ooh
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| I don’t have a broken heart
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| And I see the raptors wandering
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| Back up around the bend
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| And I see the rope’s untieing
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| And the bridge comes caving in and
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| What’s all the use in learning
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| When the breaking went to bend
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| When you got your tables turning
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| When you take my heart again
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| Like ooh, ooh
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| I don’t have a broken heart
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| Ooh, ooh
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| I don’t have a broken heart |