When your feathers are soaked
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And your eyes are too bloody to see
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And you've pulled every punch that you had
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But there's one that you need
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Then you've waited too long
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There's a hole in your heart
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And all you've become
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is emotionally over-run
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Chorus
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Wishing wells were made to echo a dime
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The consequences are you keep on relying
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You've become a run and hide refugee
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Baby I'm a Cop Stop!
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Put up your hands and surrender to me
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You're gonne get hooked
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If there's anything left I can do
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You're already disarmed
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It's your lasting alarm I pursue
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You can loosen those fists
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Come on blow me a kiss
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You've been roughed up enough
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To deserve some relief from your troubles
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So I'm coming in
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Chorus
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Otherwise
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I would never tell you what to do despite
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Any indecision though I know I'm right
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Arguing was always my forte
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But one thing I can say is
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I won't tell you lies
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Or treat you like a rental car like other guys
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And if you think I'm crazy find an alibi
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But you will need some evidence to show
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Chorus
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Cop Stop
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Gavin DeGraw |