He found a curse around his neck
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like a yoke; he knows he'll never forget
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the way she cut through his bed
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like a snake would bite through a cape of flesh
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But he holds her
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though she's broken
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Swears he don't care where she's been
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He's tired
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of being human
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Wears her close to the bone as though
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she were his own skin.
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Shoots from the heart instead of the head
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his mouth and his words, they rarely connect
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he looks to the past and where his tongue's tread
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and he knows he's meant the opposite
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But she holds him
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like an infant
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though it breaks her in half
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to know he'll wake like a man
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Sold on cold indifference,
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when he reaches for her, she's gone,
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she slips like the wind through blackened sails, but
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Who are we to love at all?
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I hope you don't mind
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if I hang all of my hopes,
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I hang all of my hopes on this time
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Although I've been warned
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I'll probably get burned
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I'd rather get burned
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than to not try.
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I hope you don't mind
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if I hang all of my hopes
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I hang all of my hopes on this time
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'cause you won't
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let it go.
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Whalebones
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| Man Man |
