What does this look like to you?
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A mark so fine, you barely see.
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You have one just like it, too?
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A twisting vine,
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A mark so fine;
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Cause I love you with all I am
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And you love me because you are
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As fearless as a twisting vine,
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A mark so fine
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But still a scar
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Fear plays dumb then eats the soul
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Like a vagabond with a fishing pole
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He whistles but he cannot sing,
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It¡¯s an awful tune
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But very soon
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I find that I am whistling, too
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And your window is like a star
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That I sit beneath like a vagabond
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Who wears his fear
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Just like a scar
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The blade of our outrageous fortune
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Like a parade, it cuts a path,
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Light shows on our foolish way
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And darkness on
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our aftermath;
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If I love you to save myself
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And you love me because we are
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So fool to think that our parade
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Could leave a path
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But not a scar
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And I love you with all I am
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And you love me with what you are?
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As pretty as a twisting vine,
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A mark so fine
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But still a scar
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Scar
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Joe Henry |