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Take both my feet. |
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Tie them. |
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Throw me over. |
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Will I still float? |
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Will my heart sink? |
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Why have I held on so long? |
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I still don't know. |
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And it's not like I have anyone to show |
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Or do I want to? |
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These arms this heart these eyes |
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Have seen almost everything. |
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But not you. But not you. |
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But I want to. |
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Take both my hands. |
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Tie them behind my back |
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To keep me from holding from holding from holding. |
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But that's so unlike myself. |
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And it's not like I have anyone to hold |
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Or do I want to? |
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These eyes this heart these arms |
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Have held almost anything |
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But not you. But not you. |
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But I want to. |
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Oooh... |
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Why do I need to love someone? |
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It's like I was born not out of legs |
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But I was born of arms. |
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And it's not like I have anyone to love. |
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Should I want to? |
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These eyes these arms this heart |
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Has loved almost everything |
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But not you. But not you. |
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But I want to. |
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Oooh... |
