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As my legs approach your door, not sure what they're hoping for |
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Oh, maybe our shoes hit the floor |
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Maybe we go run off somewhere |
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Eyes so tired or eyes so wild |
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I get caught from either side of your peripheral disguise |
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Come on tell me what you're hiding |
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In the swells of harmattan, blushed and offered me your hand |
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But I can't keep holding on if these Kid Gloves start to slip off |
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Smile like paper, tear and tape |
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Something I just have to say, "I have resent and half revere every part of you my dearest" |
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And I can't stop singing to myself as everything falls 'round my head |
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And I can't stop singing to myself as everything comes down |
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And it all could disappear if I let go |
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Tomorrow would keep me in the cold |
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And it all could disappear if I let go |
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Tomorrow would keep me in the... |
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And I can't stop singing to myself as everything falls 'round my head |
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I can't stop singing to myself as everything comes down |
