you won't survive
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you won't stay alive
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even now the sacred cow has it out for you
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when you walk away every single day
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i may mean nothing
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or i may mean something
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but i know you
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and anything about you fills my heart
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you fill my head
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you fill my everything
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and anything you say
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i carve in the palm of my hand
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i fit in this palm o' mine
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and you are not blind
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i am not the kind
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the kind of cow that'll pull this plow
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in your field
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when you walk away every single day
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i may mean nothing
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i think i'm something
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but i know you
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and anything about you fills my heart
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you fill my head
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you fill my everything
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and anything you said
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i fit in the palm of my hand
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and you won't survive
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to get your second piece of pie
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yet i feel you come around me like the dove
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with your love
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yes, and anything about you fills my heart
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you fill my head
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you fill my everything
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and anything you said
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i fit in the palm of my hand
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i fit in this palm o' mine
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you fill my heart
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you fill my head
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you fill my every little thing
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Palm O' Mine
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| Caroline's Spine |
