| C’mon skinny love just last the year
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| Pour a little salt we were never here
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
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| I tell my love to wreck it all
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| Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| Right in this moment this order’s tall
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| And I told you to be patient
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| And i told you to be fine
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| And I told you to be balanced
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| And I told you to be kind
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| In the morning I’ll be with you
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| but it will be a different «kind»
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| I’ll be holding all the tickets
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| and you’ll be owning all the fines
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| C’mon skinny love what happened here
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| Suckle on the hope in lite brazziers
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| Sullen load is full; |
| so slow on the split
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| And I told you to be patient
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| And I told you to be fine
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| And I told you to be balanced
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| And I told you to be kind
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| Now all your love is wasted?
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| Then who the hell was I?
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| Now i’m breaking at the britches
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| and at the end of all your lines
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| Who will love you?
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| Who will fight?
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| Who will fall far behind?
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| who will love you?
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| who will fight?
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| who will fall far behind? |