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The room was so tight |
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I'll see you in the morning light |
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You and I will bury them all |
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You said your head was so sore |
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And so tight |
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Depends on who you invite |
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You and I will bury them all |
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So deep in the snow |
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And I won't feed them, feed them to the dogs again |
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But you come and greet them, greet them with the dogs again |
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You are the olive rose |
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Bite down on your pillow |
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And harrow to the woman you sold |
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Take it all off, see your story unfold |
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Invite you in and I'll see your murmurs below |
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And harrow to the woman you sold |
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Now it's you and I |
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You and I, you and I know |
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That it's you and I, you and I |
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They put up no fight |
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But you're so hard to fright |
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You and I will bury them all |
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You said your head was so sore |
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Such a sorry sight |
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Especially in the morning light |
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You and I will bury them all |
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So deep in the snow |
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And I won't feed you, feed you to the dogs again |
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Your heart stops beating, beat them to the ground again |
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You are the olive rose |
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Bite down on your pillow |
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And harrow to the woman you sold |
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Take it all off, see your story unfold |
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Invite you in and I will hear your murmurs below |
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And harrow to the woman you sold |
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Now it's you and I |
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You and I, you and I know |
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That it's you and I, you and I |
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That it's you and I, you and I |
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That it's you and I, you and I |
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You and I will bury them, bury them |
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You and I will bury them, bury them |
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You and I will bury them, bury them |
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You and I will bury them, bury them |
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That it's you and I, you and I |
