Your bones are brittle
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Inside you
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Wrapped so soft your blood
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Is running I'll be there
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If you're moving slowly
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We still get there I'll be there
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Such a strong desire
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Hunger
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All you need to hope you keep your head, yeah
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The slow hand quickens
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What you've done with all those
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Around you
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Hopeful always that someone
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Will come and save you but I'll be there
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To watch you sulk returning
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Seething I'll be there
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Minutes hold onto hours
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Get's you twisting
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All you need to hope you keep your head, yeah ooh
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The slow hand quickens
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How'd you leave it with the love you lost?
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You made them crawl to be without you
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The slow hand quickens
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Yeah sand is empty
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In the hourglass I'll be there
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To turn it over and over
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In your head
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So you keep the hope you get your day, yeah
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The slow hand's quicker
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Oh, you seem too hard to break too cold to burn
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Afraid your chance is gone
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Your wires are crossed
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Your mouth is lost
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You fear you left it far too long
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The minutes passed
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The hours are gone
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So hard to find your way alone
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The slow hand's quicker, yeah
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The slow hand's quicker
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The slow hand's quicker
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I
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Your slow hand's quicker
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Too High
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Dave Matthews |