My mind is a warrior,
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My heart is a foreigner,
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My eyes are the colour of red like a sunset.
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I'll never keep it bottled up and
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Left to the hands of the coroner,
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Be a true heart not a follower,
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We're not done yet now.
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I see it in your movements tonight,
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If we should ever do this right,
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I'm never gonna let you down,
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And I'll never let you down,
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So we'll keep it on the down low
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And I'll keep you around so I'll know
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That I'll never let you down,
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I'll never let you down.
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You're strumming on my heart strings like you were a grade 8 but I've never felt this way,
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I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you down,
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Now you're strumming on my heart strings like you were a grade 8 but I've never felt this way,
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I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you down.
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My eyes are a river filler,
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This drink is a liver killer,
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Your chest is a pillow for my weary head to lay to rest again,
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Your body is my ballpoint pen
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And your mind is my new best friend,
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Your eyes are the mirror to take me to the edge again.
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Now I see it in your movements tonight,
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If we should ever do this right,
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I'm never gonna let you down,
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And I'll never let you down,
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So we'll keep it on the down low
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And I'll keep you around so I'll know
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That I'll never let you down,
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I'll never let you down,
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You're strumming on my heart strings like you were a grade 8 but I've never felt this way,
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I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you down.
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Now you're strumming on my heart strings like you were a grade 8 but I've never felt this way,
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I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you down.
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So hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now, and I'll never let you down
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Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now, and I'll never let you down [x3]
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Now you're strumming on my heart strings like you were a grade 8 but I've never felt this way,
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I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you down,
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Now, now you're strumming on my heart strings like you were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
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I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you down.
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Grade 8 (Acoustic)
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| Ed Sheeran |
