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I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night\\

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Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife
\nAnd if it was an open-shut case
\nI never would've known from that look on your face
\nLost in your current like a priceless wine

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The more that you say
\nThe less I know
\nWherever you stray
\nI follow
\nI'm begging for you to take my hand
\nWreck my plans
\nThat's my man

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Life was awillowand it bent right to your wind (oh)
\nHead on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in
\nAs if you were a mythical thing
\nLike you were a trophy or a champion ring
\nAnd there was one prize I'd cheat to win

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The more that you say
\nThe less I know
\nWherever you stray
\nI follow
\nI'm begging for you to take my hand
\nWreck my plans
\nThat's my man
\nYou know that my train could take you home
\nAnywhere else is hollow
\nI'm begging for you to take my hand
\nWreck my plans
\nThat's my man

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