You've made me into someone
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Who should not hold a loaded gun
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And now you sit upon my chest
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Knock out my wind, knock out my best
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And so long to no disasters and mornings too
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And so long to ever afters, so long to you
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I am soft for only you
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Impale me with your tongue, it's true
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And slices of me piled sky high
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The same old me to the naked eye
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But I can't find myself tonight
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And so long to no disasters and mornings too
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And so long to ever afters, so long to you
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So Long
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| Ingrid Michaelson |
