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Young Blood 
Easy
by Norah Jones
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I'll pretend
My heart's not on fire if you steal
My true love's name broke down subway
In this city of spires
Tape your over his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're sleeping shotgun wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers silvery collars
Gun down we go we
Gun down werewolves we go
Midnight phone calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased white pages right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine
Threw our fathers
On funeral pyres I'm not sure
We were playing a busted gasket
In a field full of liars
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
...
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Band of gold
With a diamond implied you wrote letters
That you never sent I made promises
I'll always deny
Now we'll know the other meant
is ticking
Like a heartbeat gone berserk
the chance to the key are nothing
But clucking clockwork
Our are what we tell them to be
Our fears are only what we tell them to be
Drown the last of our matches
Burn the rest of each other
You were I ached for breath
the of smoke we'll finally smother
...
blood
bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
...
My heart's not on fire if you steal
My true love's name broke down subway
In this city of spires
Tape your over his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're sleeping shotgun wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers silvery collars
Gun down we go we
Gun down werewolves we go
Midnight phone calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased white pages right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine
Threw our fathers
On funeral pyres I'm not sure
We were playing a busted gasket
In a field full of liars
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
...
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Band of gold
With a diamond implied you wrote letters
That you never sent I made promises
I'll always deny
Now we'll know the other meant
is ticking
Like a heartbeat gone berserk
the chance to the key are nothing
But clucking clockwork
Our are what we tell them to be
Our fears are only what we tell them to be
Drown the last of our matches
Burn the rest of each other
You were I ached for breath
the of smoke we'll finally smother
...
blood
bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
...
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