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When you curse your name |
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I'm a receiver |
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When your heart can't change |
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I'm a receive |
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Do I love like a stranger? |
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The world keeps getting stranger all the time |
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And the distance is greater |
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Than any rope |
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I ever tied around your waist |
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To keep our tumbles in rhythm |
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Oh, a heart is a pocket for loose change |
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We scrape and we save and we wait for a raise |
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Did you watch as our muscles divided in rhythm? |
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I cursed being a man |
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I cursed being the driver |
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I let go of the wheel sometime last year |
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Then I sang to you in shifts |
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Till the mountains folded over |
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And your wrongs went through my wrists so you could sin |
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I love the world, |
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I want to take it with me |
