| Who’s a girl that sings like shes wounded
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| her fingers are crippled and moving
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| tracing the shapes of his heart
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| my favorite episode is about to start the children start to meander
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| the end they wanna be left behind
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| they wanna be left behind
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| wanna be left behind
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| her lover tells to be courageous and leave those eyes to wander
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| but baby don’t leave me with a heart break
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| I heard that’s once we find the way the court the storm
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| we find ourselves believing
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| the greatest love story ever told
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| dropped in the middle of the field,
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| in the middle of the field all alone
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| Ill be waiting for your hands
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| leave those eyes to wander, leave those eyes to wander
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| leave those eyes to wander, leave those eyes to wander
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| ha ha ha ha ha ha
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| it’s so hard to force them curls
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| in my smile 'cause of what my mind’s been diggin in
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| it’s so hard to recreate what once was so foolish yet so innocent
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| by the way, it sure has been nice to know
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| you
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| feed my veins, feed my veins with shelter
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| feed my veins, my blood has gone stale
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| I have yet to love the way we ought to, I have left my soul in Mexico
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| ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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| ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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| by the way, It’s sure nice to know you
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| leave those eyes to wander, leave those eyes to wander
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| leave those eyes to wander, leave those eyes to wander
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| (Surrounded by packs of wolves, Surrounded by packs of wolves) |