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