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[Featuring: Katharine Mcphee] |
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As a girl, I lived in a million homes |
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So I always would keep to myself |
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And my lessons were learned |
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From the stories and poems |
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I would steal from a library shelf |
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Yes, the books like the Roots |
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Weren't mine to keep |
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But the words weren't left behind |
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And I think of them all and I can't sleep |
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And a poet who read my mind |
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As the wise men once wrote |
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Never give all the heart |
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Well, it's easy to see |
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He was writing for me |
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I just wish I could play that part |
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Yes, he scribbled that love isn't worth thinking of |
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That is fades out from kiss to kiss |
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If I just learned those lines |
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Well, just think of the misery I'd miss |
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As the Irish men said |
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Don't put your heart up to play |
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When he warned of the cost |
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And the heart that he lost |
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Mister Yeats really paved the way |
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For the men that I've known |
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Who have clearly shown |
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They've reading him from the start |
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'Cause when it comes to me |
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Well, their kisses come free |
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But they never give all the heart |
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When he warned of the cost |
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And the heart that he lost |
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Mister Yeats really paved the way |
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For the men that I've known |
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Well, they've clearly shown |
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They been reading him from the start |
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'Cause each time that I fall |
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They never give all the heart |
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MmmmmmMmmm.... |