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You are the one that feels like no one's home
To be left alone is the marrow from my bones
You were the one
Feel like a motherfucker when the curly black
Hair on my sweather spells S.A.M. was here last winter
You were the one
Serves me warm russian tea
Carves our love, carves our love into a tree
You were the one
Mad pilot fly into the mire
Mad angels fly
You are my sky
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