| Your slim frame
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| Your eager eyes, and your wild mane
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| Oh, they keep me where I belong
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| All wrapped up in wrong
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| You’re to blame
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| For wasted words of sad refrain
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| Oh, let them take me where they may
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| Believe me when I say, oh
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| I will be your accident
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| If you will be my ambulance
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| And I will be your screech and crash
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| If you will be my crutch and cast
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| And I will be your one more time
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| If you will be my one last chance
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| Oh, fall for me
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| Your slim frame
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| Oh, your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name
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| Oh, they keep me where I belong
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| All strung out in song
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| Why so tame?
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| When we could shoot wilder vines through younger veins
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| Sip slow from night’s deep wells
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| And watch our garden swell
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| Once the seeds are sown
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| Wild and overgrown
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| You’ll see
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| Hearts colors change like leaves (like leaves)
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| Oh, sweet, sweet dream fall for me
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| Fall fast, fall free, fall for me
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| Because…
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| I will be your ambulance
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| If you will be my accident
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| And I will be your screech and crash
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| If you will be my crutch and cast
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| And I will be your one more time
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| If you will be my one last chance
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| Oh, sweet dream fall with me
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| Fall fast, fall free, fall with me |