Unwrap your heart for me
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'Cause mint condition just means that you haven't been living
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Who taught you to be so safe anyways?
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A scar is just a battle wound, it tells the tale of earlier days
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Before cold feet, cold feet
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Can't tell you your heart won't get broken, but
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C'mon now - throw some caution to the wind
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I'm throwing it to the wind
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You could run away scared
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Or look it straight in the eye
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And tell it "I don't want you coming here no more!"
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Don't wait for its reply
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Tell me, what are you so afraid of?
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Skinned knees and swaying trees?
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The world outside? Oh honey, honey, please.
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Don't be getting cold feet, cold feet
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Can't tell you that your heart won't get broken, but
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C'mon now - throw some caution to the wind
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I'm throwing it to the wind
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I'm throwing it to the wind
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I'm throwing it to the wind
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You say "You don't know what I've been through!"
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Why don't you tell me then, 'cause I'd really like to
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Don't keep your heart under lock and key
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'Cause if you do it won't find its way to me
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To me
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I'm throwing it to the wind
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I'm throwing it to the wind
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I'm throwing it to the wind, oh
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I'm throwing it to the wind
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Cold Feet
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| The Weekend |
