Intro
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             [bad word] on skinny love just last the year
            Pour a little salt we were never here
                 My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
                                        Staring at the sink of blood and [bad word] veneer
       I tell my love to wreck it all
             Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
                 My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
                                Am...
Right in the moment this order's tall
 [bad word]   I told you to be patient
              I told you to be fine
  I told you to be balanced
               I told you to be kind
       In the morning I'll be with you
                          But it will be a different "kind"
        I'll be holding all the tickets
                           And you'll be owning all the fines

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             [bad word] on skinny love what happened here
           Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
                 My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
                                   Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
 [bad word]   I told you to be patient
              I told you to be fine
  I told you to be balanced
               I told you to be kind
    Now all your love is wasted?
                    Then who the [bad word] was I?
        Now I'm breaking at the britches
                         And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
        Who will fight?
                  Who will fall far behind?

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