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You are my grandfather's son |
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And for that reason I need you near |
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And on my inside I'm haggard |
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And on some insides there are vultures |
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If they begin to ravage your love |
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Don't cower |
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Or run for cover |
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Don't feel bad you've got a ? of others |
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Them |
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I can't say whether I believe heart's are cultured |
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I can't say whether I can or whether it matters |
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Maybe hearts are better, better bitter |
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Batter, filthy, vulgar |
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Maybe that's why the broken lonely ones |
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Hold on a little longer |
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But all I know |
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All I know |
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All I know |
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All I know |
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And all I know |
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And all I know |
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Cause I want to see you |
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I want to see you |
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I want to see you |
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I want to see you |
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And I want to see you |
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And I want to see all those countries |
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Baby I'm my own mother |
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Ill always take care of my brother |
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But you are my family, not too |
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How I loved you then |
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How I will |
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How I do |
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How I do |
