Maybe I should have noticed
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When faith forgot her shoes
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I should have marked the day
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When pity came to stay
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And truth settled on the roof
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I'm not gonna cry when you go
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Crying leaves me cold
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And when i'm cold
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I start to crave
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Someone warm and safe
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She smells like the violent
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Swollen arm of spring
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Wrestling with her clothes
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Tempting I suppose
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Tepid and glistening
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CHORUS
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Lately I've been thinking
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Hope is underage
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I'll never kiss her lips
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Unless she insists
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And probably then I'd wait
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CHORUS
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Not Going To Cry
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Wild Strawberries |