| Come on, 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 the moment, this order’s tall
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| 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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| 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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| And I’ll be holding all the tickets
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| And you’ll be owning all the fines
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| Come on, skinny love, what happened here?
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| Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
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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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| Cause 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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| Come on, skinny love, what happened here?
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| Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my |