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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 down subway
In this of spires
Tape your picture over his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're revolvers shotgun wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go we
Gun down werewolves we go
Midnight calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased pages right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine
our fathers
On funeral pyres I'm not sure
We were a game busted gasket
In a 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
of gold
With a implied you wrote letters
That you sent I made promises
I'll deny
Now we'll know what the other meant
Watch is ticking
Like a gone berserk
the chance to wind the key roosters are nothing
But clucking clockwork
Our fears are only we tell to be
Our fears are what we them to be
Drown the of our matches
Burn the rest of each other
You strongest I ached for breath
Through the of smoke we'll finally smother
...
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
...
My heart's not on fire if you steal
My true love's name down subway
In this of spires
Tape your picture over his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're revolvers shotgun wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go we
Gun down werewolves we go
Midnight calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased pages right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, fang
You always hoped one day you'd be mine
our fathers
On funeral pyres I'm not sure
We were a game busted gasket
In a 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
of gold
With a implied you wrote letters
That you sent I made promises
I'll deny
Now we'll know what the other meant
Watch is ticking
Like a gone berserk
the chance to wind the key roosters are nothing
But clucking clockwork
Our fears are only we tell to be
Our fears are what we them to be
Drown the of our matches
Burn the rest of each other
You strongest I ached for breath
Through the of smoke we'll finally smother
...
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
...
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