Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
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Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear.
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With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of bricks
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Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick.
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When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love.
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Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry?
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Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye.
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With Shotgun's full of silver and bullet's made of glass
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String barbed wire at your feet, that will not let you pass.
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When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love.
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When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove,
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You're afraid of love, when push comes to shove.
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Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head,
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Are you still in fear of the hand beneath the bed?
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Grabbing at the handle, scratching at the door,
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Maybe it's mystery killer you saw on channel four.
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When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love.
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Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows,
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Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose.
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Put my arms around you, love you til you cry,
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Wrap you in your sweet perfume and squeeze you 'til you die.
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When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love.
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When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove,
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You're afraid of love, when push comes to shove.
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When Push Comes To Shove
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Grateful Dead |