Show me all you have to hide. You're in the car park drinking wine. I don't ever want to find out why you come around here, I won't let you die tonight. Somehow I still believe in love, but I don't understand how they can find you in the dirt, pick you up, hold you in their hand. I do my job, I do it fine. I don't ever want to be the one to come around here. I won't let you walk the line. The mall downtown is filling up with teenagers tonight. It's Saturday in Charlotte. The wind is blowing. Are you waiting there inside? Show me all you have to hide.
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