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