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Michaelson Ingrid Everybody

Baby you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart And baby you've got the sort of face to start this old heart But your eyes are warning me this early

The sky looks pissed The wind talks back My bones are shifting in my skin And you my love are gone My room seems wrong The bed won't fit I cannot seem

glove What it needs is love, love, love Everybody, Everybody wants to love Everybody, Everybody wants to be loved Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Everybody, Everybody wants to love Everybody, Everybody