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Pat Callahan
Pat Callahan
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Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
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Dale Stewart
Dale Stewart
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John Humphrey
John Humphrey
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Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
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Dale Stewart
Dale Stewart
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John Humphrey
John Humphrey
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Pat Callahan
Pat Callahan
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Bob Marlette
Bob Marlette
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Rich Costey
Rich Costey
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Glenn Pittman
Glenn Pittman
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Tom Baker
Tom Baker
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Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear If you want me hold me back Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here If you want me hold me back Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" Hold your eyes closed, take me in Hold your eyes closed, take me in Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Writer(s): Shaun Welgemoed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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