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