Well I don't want your diamonds, drape me in bones and fur and blood
You know I'm no big fan of your timing
But I'd take you broken down and covered in mud, if I could keep your love
Well you draw too long on the bottle, and you crawl too far on the floor
But I know somewhere inside that heart of yours
Something grows into something more
So take me, love, down to your cellar door and show me the meaning of
Makin' love down to my rotten core, how to get clean and rise above
Let me keep your love
Well someday I see us crossin' over, our names engraved in grey headstone
But I know I'd cry ten lifetimes over if I had to lay in that grave alone

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