| I was smiling like a boy that just stole shit
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| When you told me you’d hold it
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| My late mama’s ring
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| And I’d sneak away at the end of each day
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| To write sonnets for you I could sing
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| It was cold in October
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| When you rolled yourself over
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| To pull on my shoulder to say
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| It took a mighty long time and too much wasted wine
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| To find a man who looks at me this way
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| But I’d fight any roughneck I’d stop any river
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| If it meant that I could just lie here forever
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| In the grips of a woman
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| Sends shivers down spines
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| Makes you recall your forgotten good times
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| When you wake in the morning
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| To the sound of me snoring
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| My ragged face by your side
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| Pray that you know
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| All my dreams and my hopes
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| Have you holding me the day that I die
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| And I know I’m nothing but I am not bluffing
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| When I say you’re meant for the sky
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| Cause beauty that holy and a heart so kind
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| Deserves a place it can fly
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| But I’d fight any roughneck I’d stop any river
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| If it meant that I could just lie here forever
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| In the grips of a woman
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| Sends shivers down spines
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| It makes you recall your forgotten good times
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| Yeah, I’d fight any roughneck I’d stop any river
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| If it meant that I could just lie here forever
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| In the grips of a woman
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| Sends shivers down spines
|
| It makes you recall your forgotten good times
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| I was smiling like a boy that just stole shit
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| When you told me you’d hold it
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| My late mama’s ring
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| And I’d sneak away at the end of each day
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| To write sonnets for you I could sing |