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She is like the water where I clean my baby |
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Floating from the front into the back to keep me |
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Warm enough to cover me from getting chilly |
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Cool enough to hide me from the heat |
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She is like a splinter that i caught in my toe |
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Running from the dog that chases me |
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Sharp enough to teach a lesson that i must learn |
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Soft enough to never make me bleed |
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And I will find you there |
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And I will mend your heart |
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And I will find you there |
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And I will mend your heart |
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She is like a cigarette inside an ashtray |
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Nothing but a fire sets her free |
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Filling up my lungs until my body needs her |
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Holding on so I can never breathe |
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She is like a gravestone sitting in the church yard |
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Crooked from the ground in which she sleeps |
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Whispering my name until I go to meet her |
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Underneath the ground she finds her peace |
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And I will find you there |
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And I will mend your heart |
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And I will find you there |
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And I will mend... your heart |
