Come on, skinny love
Just last the year
Pour a little salt
We were never here
My my my
My my my my my my my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes
And let me fall
My my my
My my my my my my my
Right in the moment this order's tall
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on, skinny love
What happened here
Suckle on the hope
In lite brassiere
My my my
My my my my my my my
Sullen load is full
So slow on the split
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
Then, who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall
Behind?
Come on, skinny love
Oh, oh, oh
Oh My my my
My my my my my my my
Oh my my my
My my my my my my my

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