She wore out the feeling
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With a tender killing
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She paid for the blackout
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I saw it rolling in.
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Was I, was I
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Watching over you, or
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Watching you fall apart.
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Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
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Or just a hand to hold?
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Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
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Or keep you from the cold?
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She came with a warning
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She left with the morning
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An eye on the doorway
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A scar in the early light.
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Was I, was I
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Hanging on a word
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Or was I just a messenger.
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Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
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Or just a hand to hold?
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Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
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Or keep you from the cold?
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And every look upon your face
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There was an element of grace
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Did I read between the lines
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Or erase?
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Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
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Or just a hand to hold?
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Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
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Or keep you from the cold?
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Did I, did I?
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Did I, did I?
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Did I, did I?
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Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
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Or just a hand to hold?
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Hold You Down
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| Jump, Little Children |
