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She's made her mark on me, she scarred my memory |
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Make shallow wounds in the depht of night |
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And give up my liberty, that's what she wants from me |
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Well, I guess |
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I'd care but it feels alright |
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And if I lose my grip |
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I won't make it anyhow |
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So I can't let go of her now |
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She make my common sense come out like self-defence |
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She breaks my patience like a match |
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And when I snap in half she'll be the first to laugh |
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If I'm a base hit, she's a catch |
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And if I lose my grip |
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I won't make it anyhow |
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So I can't let go of her now |
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Just don't tell her |
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I would die |
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If I let her slip away |
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Let her think |
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I'm resigned |
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Like those drying clothes just hang onto the line |
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She's made her mark on me those little scars you can see |
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They're written through me like a poem |
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She makes a mockery of all |
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I hold life to be |
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But in the end |
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I come back home |
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And if I lose my grip |
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I won't make it anyhow |
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So I can't let go of her now |
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And not to lose my grip |
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That's my vow |
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So I can't let go of her now |
