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Aching, longing |
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Save all your hands for me |
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'Cause I won't share them |
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With anything, anyone else. |
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I grew from you |
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Branches from a dying tree |
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But I could save you |
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If only you looked for me. |
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You can break me |
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I'm a piggy bank on the floor |
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Watch all my spare change |
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Roll out the door |
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Watch all my spare change |
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Roll across the floor |
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Watching me through |
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Your glass door. |
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Save your smile for |
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Everybody else you see |
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'Cause I don't want the |
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One that you make for me. |
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You can break me |
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I'm a piggy bank on the floor |
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Watch all my spare change |
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Roll out the door |
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Watch all my spare change |
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Roll across the floor |
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Watching me through |
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Your glass door. |
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Your door. |
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The more that I tried |
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The more that you pried |
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Yourself away. |
