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I could write the book of you |
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And illustrate the pages |
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Ya shouldn't read it |
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I'm the one that you put down |
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It was written in a hurry |
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Slipped through your fingers |
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I do everything I should |
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I still gotta learn |
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How to be good |
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You got two strong arms I see |
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Can't ya bring'em around? |
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Wrap'em around me |
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Lay my storms down at your feet |
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Maybe you'll build a shelter |
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Maybe do my heart work for me |
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Oh I kick and scream but the job is mine |
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So I'll stay by the ocean |
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You got your own hills to climb |
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Whoa |
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I do everything I should |
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I still gotta learn |
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How to be good |
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And I've got two strong ya see |
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I gotta bring'em around |
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Wrap'em around me |
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And know that I am full of holes |
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Still they let me |
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See on through to the other side |
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And the Southern Cross has got you |
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In her sights |
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Music Playing</b> |
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Well I do everything I should |
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But I still gotta learn |
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How to be good |
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You got two strong arms ya see |
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Gotta bring'em around |
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Gotta wrap'em around me |
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Gotta wrap'em around me |
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Gotta wrap'em around me |
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Yea bring'em around |
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Yea wrap'em around me |
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Ooooooooooooooooooo oooooooo oooooooooo oooooo oooooooooo |
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I do everything I should |
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I still gotta learn |
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How to be good |
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How to be good |
