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The huffer and the cutter |
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In the field of jimsonweed |
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They watch their thrumming hands |
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And feel life pound beneath their feet |
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They sought to matter |
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It was more than they could bear |
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They tried to shift their hearts |
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She was there and he was there |
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Love |
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Love made them beautiful at last |
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Love |
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Love made them beautiful at last |
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She doesn't fall in love |
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She takes hostages |
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Close with a high-class weeper |
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Ambition signals damage |
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She's uncorrupted |
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And yet she's too smart for grace |
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Innocence is no excuse |
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You read the rancor on her face |
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Love |
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Love made her beautiful at last |
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Love |
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Love made her beautiful at last |
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I don't believe you when you cry |
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I don't esteem your tears |
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Your heart is lying to you |
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The Arctic birds rebuke you |
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I was a skinny man |
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My dirty name was free |
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I gained the good fat |
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Then I burned myself in effigy |
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Love |
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Love made me beautiful at last |
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Love |
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Love made me beautiful at last |
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She was there and he was there |
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He was there and she was there |
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He was there and she was there |
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She was there and he was there |
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She was there and he was there |
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She was there and he was there |
