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Oh, my mistletoe called me up on the phone |
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Tried her best to explain to the hearts that she had known |
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That though they'd misbehaved, she'd known it all along |
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No need to feel ashamed, we didn't do nothing wrong |
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And she said, "I wanted you to know |
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I believe in the end out of love truth grows |
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And if I'm to be alone, then I'll be alone |
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But don't look at me like another lost soul" |
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Covers her hands with rings, twenty little semi-precious things |
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Each one for a heart she'd stole from her years out on the road |
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She talks with the knowledge that she paved her own rocky path |
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And that the past is past, ain't nothing you can do about that |
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And she said, "I wanted you to know |
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I believe in the end out of love truth grows |
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And if I'm to be alone, then I'll be alone |
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But don't look at me like another lost soul |
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You don't look at me like another lost soul" |
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And if all our time, if it turns out to be lies |
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I'll go back home to the people that knew me |
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Before I was old and grown |
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Oh, my mistletoe called me up on the phone |
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Tried her best to explain to the hearts that she had known |
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That though they'd misbehaved, she'd known it all along |
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No need to feel ashamed, we didn't do nothing wrong |
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And she said, "I wanted you to know |
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I believe in the end out of love truth grows |
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And if I'm to be alone, then I'll be alone |
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But don't look at me like another lost soul" |
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'Cause I believe in the end out of love truth grows |
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And if I'm to be alone, then I'll be alone |
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But don't look at me like another lost soul |
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And if I'm to be alone, then I'll be alone |
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But don't look at me like another lost soul |
