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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 love's down subway
In city of spires
Tape your picture over his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're sleeping revolvers shotgun wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun we go we
Gun werewolves wherever we go
Midnight calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased white pages torn right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
You always 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 aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
...
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Band of gold
a implied you wrote letters
That you sent I made promises
I'll always deny
Now we'll never what the meant
is ticking
Like a heartbeat gone berserk
Lost the chance to wind the key roosters are nothing
But clockwork
Our are only we tell to be
Our fears are only what we tell them to be
Drown the of our matches
Burn the of each other
You were when I for breath
the thick of smoke we'll finally smother
...
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
bone
Old ghosts
Go home
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 love's down subway
In city of spires
Tape your picture over his in the frame
We'll imagine
We're sleeping revolvers shotgun wedding
In a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun we go we
Gun werewolves wherever we go
Midnight calls
In the back of a Mustang
Creased white pages torn right from the spine
Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang
You always 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 aflame
No one noticed we set five boroughs aflame
...
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Band of gold
a implied you wrote letters
That you sent I made promises
I'll always deny
Now we'll never what the meant
is ticking
Like a heartbeat gone berserk
Lost the chance to wind the key roosters are nothing
But clockwork
Our are only we tell to be
Our fears are only what we tell them to be
Drown the of our matches
Burn the of each other
You were when I for breath
the thick of smoke we'll finally smother
...
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
bone
Old ghosts
Go home
blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
Young blood
Young bone
Old ghosts
Go home
...
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