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Fell past a cheekbone hill |
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to a piece of her floor |
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The hope of the world |
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in an awkward spill |
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Oh she'd lie on her bed |
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and stare into harsh white light |
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and think that her heart's not right |
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'Cause love took her hand like a thief |
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took her heart like a robber |
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and the feelings that scare her |
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become her relief |
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Just let me run where I want to run |
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Just let me love who I want. |
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In a flash a heart is slain |
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you have to ask in all this pain |
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Was your heart too soft? |
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Was your love in vain? |
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Was your kiss too weak? |
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Were your eyes too tight? |
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And much too young to be in love |
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Much too young to be in love |
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Just keep your head and don't give up |
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Like all the fools who play is smart. |
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Lose your head just for your heart. |
