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You are the one that feels like no-ones home
To be left alone is like the marrow from my bones
You are the one
You are the one
Can't stand it
Feel like a motherfucker when the curly black hair on my sweater spells s.a.m was here last winter
You are the one
You are the one
Serves me warm russian tea
Carves our love carves our love into a tree
You are the one
You are the one
Mad pilot fly
Into the mire
Mad angels fly
You are my sky |
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